A silence goes over the entire room, sort of awkward but nevertheless only the burning embers of the flame were heard. Then, Klava laughs! The response was almost innocent coming from this creature, yet in a way, who doesn't come into an inn for food or drinks or rest? In a way, Klava almost forgot this fundamental fact so he laughed heartily.
"Ah, well, of course we have food here. Although...."
Klava stroked his chin, he doesn't see anything resembling coins on this insect, but he could make a pass...maybe, it depends.
"So, Number 14. What do you eat?"
Klava reaches under the counter and pulls out a small bag of apples, plenty of these will come from the farms thanks to the young yordle's help.
"Do you eat these? Or something else?"