Another roll of the eyes, and maybe a very gentle elbow to the brunet's side. He wanders off to go grab some of the local stuff they had - it's mostly dried and preserved food, some pickled, some salted - things that'd definitely be safe and last. Even if Wally'd probably clear out his kitchen by himself in record time, he wants to be safe. He hasn't pushed himself to trying some of the more exotic food here, so he's gone for what looks mostly normal, putting it all on a platter.

"Little of this, little of that," cause he seriously can't name any of it. Hope Kyle's grown used to surprises here.

"What, Zee and Rob didn't tell ya?" He looks over his shoulder, giving Kyle a curious look. "What's there to say... really?" He has to start somewhere, though... so why not...? "Our League was founded seven years ago, for starters."