Rhea'li can't help the wry twist of his lips. Yes... he's quite had enough of war, too.

Glancing aside, he replies, "I have salt... I thought it would be best to first taste the fish before deciding what kind of dish I would make with it."

Stretching, he leans over to rummage in his bag, pulling out a salt shaker and a pair of forks, handing one over to Emet-Selch. No, he doesn't bother with a plate; he had been planning to eat straight from the pan.