[He holds the fruit like it's something precious, a resource he isn't used to having, and she finds that a little saddening. Surely here there weren't instances of people going without, were there? She hoped not.

He holds out a small book to her in a language she's not familiar with, but she is fae and loves to acquire knowledge, so she takes it with a small smile and a careful nod of her head.]

It would be a pleasure. I have not had an instance to read the lore of this land as of yet. Perhaps this will be a stepping stone to that.

I am Maleficent.

[Also socially awkward and abrupt, but less likely to come across as that and more likely to seem just snobby. It was a fae thing. Really.]