"There isn't even a bard today to keep everyone's attention," Ysalwen mourns.

Quietly.

"So your preference and mine agree quite well. Liranan will have to live with his disappointment."

Fewer pettings! Woe!

Ysalwen will catch the eye of a cook's boy making his way to the cellars and put in her request for food to be sent to her office when it is ready.

And then there they are. In her office. The fire is still blazing cheerfully and it remains quite cozy.