Tobias switched into Mercanti himself, noticing Jadzia's preference for it despite her relative weakness with it. He was better at it than she was, even if his accent was still noticeable. "No, I haven't" he said with a soft smile. "We have something sort of like it in Prydania though. Medisterpylsur, it's called. It's not breaded, but it's more spicy" he added as his gaze darted over to the shraumlaekt, now intrigued. "But I have to say, Vestrugatten cuisine is very good. If their sausage is like their cheese, then it'll be hard to keep away." He suddenly noticed Artois, who had been quiet since he's approached Jadzia. He blushed a bit, but managed a smile. Two years in and the trappings of Kingship still felt odd. He'd grown up in far more egalitarian surroundings. A necessity of war. Something he suspected Jadzia would have experience with as well. He did wish to get to know his Arrandali cousin more, but he also tried to deal with the fact that others would regard him as a monarch above their station. Even if he did not always feel that way, or even when it just slipped his mind. Colart, God bless that man. He suffered none of it, but not everyone was like that. "Mr. Artois" he added pleasantly. "I'm terribly sorry. I hope you're enjoying the Vestrugatten sun and food as much as Jadzia is? I'm afraid I'm still not too used to it."