[ ah, kaveh thinks. he looks. reno and his food stand; he hadn't had a chance to go and see what reno had been making, in the hustle and bustle of the gala. ghost had been in charge of the menu, and by the end of things and buried up to something like seventy shutters, kaveh had simply let that part of the gala go as he wrangled the rest. but figs and cheese. kaveh had that all night, and it had been delightful, each and every bite of it. that had been reno.

kaveh's smile soften around the edges. of course it does. ]

And do you usually make extra cheese and figs for people that you think disliked you? I was wondering where Alhaitham got those, and how there were so many of them. [ there's an apology in the way that kaveh dips his head, guilt and rue settling as one. ] I owe you an apology, it seems. I hadn't meant to make you think that I disliked you, and my tongue got away from me. Would you give me a chance to make it up to you?