[He speaks of this man so nonchalantly, as if Benedikta knows who he is, and it makes her nose crinkle slightly as she picks up one of the small "quiches" and turns it over between her fingers, observing its crusty outer shell and the soft, puffy center. How come she never got to try such foods in Waloed? Barnabas never did like trying new things... That, or the cooks were more mediocre than she thought.

She watches him over it as he pours her some wine, her eyes caught on his hand around the bottle before she lets her gaze rest on the quiche again before popping half of it into her mouth.]

And what other things could this Kenneth make? Certainly far more gourmet than what I imagined you would be eating in your little hiding hole.