A curtsey is more formal than he was expecting, but he bows at her in return. "Of course. From home, anyway. I haven't asked around but I don't think there are many here. That must be...disorienting. To be cut off from the abilities granted by your deity."

Barcus is sort of an agnostic, himself. There's a flicker of amusement when she suggests stealing a table. "I was going to suggest curtain rods. Maybe you could vault with them. But if you want a table, I'll help you get a table."

Yes. Two gnomes making off with a dining table will be exactly he thing to liven up this celebration!