[Konoha might not have first hand experience with food that artistically arranged... But what he says sounds right.]

Oh, gosh, no, I wouldn't even know what to do with it...

[Still, she can't help but be curious to see such a thing with her own eyes even though she tries to demurely refuse out of instinct more than anything, after mostly just hearing about it as the meal of fancy nobles, rich merchants, and the elites of the capitol. Sometimes, it was a bit hard to remember that she now lived in a world where... just her usual marital activities produced money?

And sometimes eggs.

But she's trying not to think about that, weaving her way as carefully as she can through the crowd, taking comfort in the warmth of his hand on her bay coat. (His hands, she thinks, are so elegant looking despite him being a... sword?)]

Is... everything going well, in your honmaru? I know you said before you had to fight...

[But fighting had an eventual end, didn't it? Even if it was just a temporary peace or truce... And his smile seems just a bit lighter. Or maybe it's just because she hasn't seen him that it just appears so.]