After the intense conversation, both Zedya and Lennart pulled back a little, enjoying the small bites of their meal until they were once again interrupted by a knock at the door and the return of their server, this time bearing a flight of artfully prepared fruits and small cups of ale and cider.
"Master Lennart," the servant said, offering a deep bow. "Of all the dishes you sampled in the previous flight, the chef would like to know which was your favorite?"
"Just me?" Lennart said, blinking in surprise. "Perhaps you should ask Madame Zedya first," he said, feeling a touch uncomfortable with the attention. Zedya had made the arrangements, and given the level of luxury and service here, he was certain that they understood which of them was more important, so why start with him?
