[No, no it doesn't, but then they both have some small experience with performing tasks at the behest of an absent god.

Minfilia looks over his food, delicately selecting a long skewer with several unidentifiable, fried shapes drizzled in sauce. It matters not what they are, she is sure of how they will taste.]

This looks promising. [So long as he doesn't mind, of course; she works out an empty plate she might use to collect a bite of this and that other treat.]

I must admit, for all my expectations once I learned more of the nature of this world, a carnival of sorts was not among them.