“Tower cake,” Kire repeated, already imagining it. “I’d love to try that sometime. You’ll have to remind me to save some for the little ones, though.” She chuckled a bit at that. For some reason Kire wasn’t too surprised when he confessed to not liking sugary things, though when he said he liked cinnamon, she grinned. “It does make sense, yes. The signature seems to depend on some aspect of the magic-wielder’s personality. Like with Envy with the scent of tobacco and desert flowers. After I left Gavin with you and Envy the first time, when I came back after three months his signature had changed a bit. Much more distinct from the other Gemini, like he was coming into his own as a person.” 

She then blushed, suddenly remembering something. “You know, I couldn’t touch, much less eat anything with cinnamon for a couple of months after I last left without getting a vivid recollection of when we—you know. Which meant I couldn’t drink any of that spiced wine again without blushing furiously.” She grinned, ears red at her confession, before bent her head and went back to her meal, chuckling a little incredulously at herself for saying that out loud. “They thought I was trying to cut out alcohol. Anyway.” She cleared her throat. “If you’re open to it, after the war, and things have settled down, we could have cake. And I’ll show you around. You’ve only ever seen the North, and two battlefields. Ed’s already got an invitation to Ysaryn too, so I’ll be coming back and forth for that, I imagine. And Narda won’t forgive me if she doesn’t get to talk to Envy again.”