She recognizes the bread, although she doesn't remember it's called naan until he says it; the curries all look similar and smell fantastic, but she doesn't know those words at all. Nonetheless she's happy to let him dish it out, until he makes the comment about spice and she snorts.

"I'll do my best to keep up," she assures him, picking up her fork. "It smells amazing. Which one's your favorite?" She's assuming it's here, since she didn't have a preference.