They all came.
Sera and Draven with Maren, who was two now and had the Malketh composure in full effect and had recently developed opinions about seating arrangements. She sat beside Davan and considered anyone who tried to change this a person who had made a significant error in judgment.
Otto and Tobias. The apartment they'd moved into had produced, as Tobias had predicted, a functional bookshelf situation. The shelf fit. He'd said nothing about it for a week after and then sent Nara a text that said: *The shelf fits.* And that was the whole message.
Serin from the Hold. She'd brought the recipe — the specific soup recipe she'd written out on two pages with the specific precision of someone who had decided Zevran's third-attempt-only rule was a structural flaw in his approach and need
