[Belth has absolutely no idea how to react to kids. Honestly. He might look fifteen or sixteen, but he's at least sixty in human years and he ends up looking at her with the deer-in-headlights look for a minute.

Wait, she said something.]

B-Baladash. [Wait, that's not the right language.] I mean, greetings. Hello.

[GOOD JOB, BELFAZAR, NOW TELL HER YOUR NAME.

... Or he can stand there. And hold out the plate.]

I, ah, I made these for the ship. They are very delicious; I assure you I know what I am doing in the kitchen.