[ oh, lesser lord kusanali, kaveh thinks. that pun. for a moment, kaveh isn't sure what facial expression he ought to be making. on one hand, tighnari reaches to smack cyno, and the smile just blooms there unbidden, much like a lotus in moonlight - the other is the inherent grimace of being subject to a pun so foul. kaveh knows better than to voice that, however. there are too many words that go well into a pun for foul - fowl, for one, or all of the other words that sound similar, though kaveh can't think too deeply into it because if he did he definitely will start laughing and then tighnari would shoot him with the bow that kaveh made him.

so kaveh smile-grimaces, gratitude stirring along the corners of his lips as he settles down at the table with his two best friends. ]

Or anywhere, but I suppose I can't complain too much. [ kaveh sighs, ] Not today, anyway. I'm exhausted. I've seventy shutters in my workshop right now and none of them have anywhere to go because Ghost won't decide on a venue. I'm going to go insane, or morally bankrupt. One of the two. I suppose one is reversible and one isn't.