Kire woke with a start, mumbling in Taakalon and throwing a curse here and there. The headache had abated somewhat, but it took her a couple of moments to realize who was on the other side of the door and why it suddenly smelled like freshly-made flatbread. “I’d eat it either way, but do come in,” Kire said, getting up from the bed, taking the plate from him and sitting down properly on a chair, warm plate on her lap. She couldn’t help the small smile when she looked at the bread, and she gingerly tore a piece from it, chewing on it. “I was wondering if you could replicate it,” she said. “Do you want to split it?”

She set the plate on the table in case he did want some. After a thoughtful silence, she said, “Well. I did tell you it was a stupid thought.” She chewed on some more flatbread, glad that it offered some distraction. “Thank you for this, though.” She watched his expression, wondering what he'd say, preparing herself for him rejecting her for her confession.