[Byleth looked at the menu again, a little overwhelmed at the choice laid out to him. It was easy eating meals at the camp, because either you had stew or roasted meat, or Shez decided to make something for you. As a mercenary, the meal of the day was whatever they bought from the village they passed through, or what animals they caught in their traps. This was the first time Byleth had held a menu in his hands.]

I don't have a favourite tea. I'll drink and eat anything. So, I'll pick at random. [he set the menu on the table and quickly settled his finger on the list of teas, frowning as he read:] Cinnamon tea and... [Another random point at the cake list.] ...bas-bou-sa?

[Is that a cake? He's never heard of it before.]