Gyre slips his hand around Luka's back, looping his arm up to gently support the back of his neck. He leans towards him in the same moment, nearly close enough to press their foreheads together.

"Aren't they... liquids though? Isn't a dish that's entirely sauce just a soup then?" he says, his tone light and easy and maybe a little teasing? He wants to poke fun at the absurdity of all those Food Names that these people have, but he also knows that this conversation is, indeed, the least pressing matter. But that's fine. The Princess clearly needed the pick-me-up.