Kire grinned through her blush. “You really did, yes,” she answered, holding his gaze before she looked back down at her dinner again, though at his comment about where to go next, particularly about holing up in the North with warm wine, she went crimson once more. He cleared his throat though, so she had probably just misinterpreted what he had meant. “Right. Yes.” She smiled at his offer to bake for the cousins. “They would go ballistic. And hopefully help tide them over till we come back. They’d been cross with me for some time because I couldn’t see them, and honestly I was a mess after the usurpation. I didn’t know how to comfort them when they needed it most. So, lately, we’d made sure to eat together again as a family as much as possible for dinner, for a start. And the ‘no war talk’ rule, too. They’d been through so much already.” 

She went into idle talk in between eating her meal, asking about what else he had eaten here, and what other places they had considered besides this one. “Could we walk at the beach for a bit after?” she asked as she finished her food, before moving on to the last few sips of her drink, making a note to ask him to have dinner with her again here sometime. She almost said the next one should be on her, though she didn’t want to be overly presumptuous and make him feel pressured to do this again. Then again, he didn’t object to seeing more of Amria with her, but she wasn’t sure how much to press her luck. 

Later, just like what she did at Úvano, she pulled off her boots and walked along the water. It was still warm despite the approach of twilight, but the water was nice and cool, the sand soft under her bare feet. “That was a really nice meal. Good choice,” she said, grinning as she wiggled her toes in the sand. Now and then she would fiddle with a shell with her big toe, watching it roll around in the water when the waves came in. She was thoughtful, pondering something as she looked back out at the setting sun. “Do you want to see what a dragon looks like?” she asked. “I mean—you showed me those bits of memory from your childhood, and I’ve been unintentionally getting weird visions into your life. Consider it a trade?”