Sera cooked.
This was significant. Sera cooking meant Sera had something to say and needed her hands occupied while she said it. I had known this about her since we were children — she had always done her most honest talking over a stove.
I arrived at her apartment at seven with wine. She was at the counter, back to me, doing something involving a great deal of focused attention.
"Sit down," she said.
I sat.
"There's something I need to tell you," she said.
"I know," I said. "You cooked."
She turned around.
"How did you—"
"You cook when you have something to say," I said. "You've done it our entire lives."
She looked at the stove.
"That's embarrassing," she said.
"No," I said. "It's just you." I poured wine. "Tell me."
She turned back to the stove.
"Draven asked me something,
