[Turo carefully slipped his notebook aside so he could reach for his bag and fished out a sort of wax paper wrapped parcel. One done up with string that he untied and unwrapped as he spoke-]

My creator's son was one of the four children, and unfortunately it was also how he learned his father was dead. Had been for- well, enough time that crystals covered much of where it happened.

I did get to say goodbye to Arven at least.

[-and what Turo pulled out was a piece of chocolate bark that was pink in color; pieces of dried raspberries, cranberries, and pistachios covering it.

This he offered to Sidestep.]

Here. It is a piece of ruby chocolate bark.