You're used to people trying to poison you? Damn, you must not be popular.

[ To have assassin attempts and hits being put out on her. The more Dark thinks about it, the more it sounds like a drag to need to worry about poison at all. ]

Wine. Okay.

[ Dark will not gone for long. Should Midna be curious enough to what he's doing, she might see him shoulder and shove others out of his way to make their plate. After all, he's not one for waiting. Him (and her in correspondence) being fed is far more important.

When he returns to the table, he has a generous portion of everything in addition to two large goblets of both white and red wine. He hadn't been sure of what color she'd want. ]

Here we are.

[ But before he even sits, Dark takes the first bite of what looks sort of like pakora, picking at it with his fingers and dipping it in a bright red sauce that'd been suggested as a condiment. ]

Tell me which one you want.

[ He finally, subsequently, lowers back into his seat again. ]