Arya could not cook, but she loved to eat. Whatever this was, she was lured in by the rich smell and the simmering heat coming off of it. It was like a gooey pudding of some sort, that she hadn't seen before in her memory, at least. Casually, she spoons the liquidated substance into a small bowl along with a plate of turnips and potatoes. She hoped that people would be allowed to try this that weren't gods because it would be entirely unfair to deny her food right now when it was right in front of her.

Sneaking a bit off to the side and hoping no one will notice her, she takes a bit of the pudding stuff into her mouth and downs it. It tasted off to her but she wouldn't let that deter her.