"They will be, in a month. You can make it a month, and the cat will help." His voice is certain, even though he isn't. Hopefully someone else will have pissed off Cassandra and Gavin can be forgotten about.

He leads the way for their small parade, himself, sad elf, curious cat, and bored guard, finding a decent table and setting down the pot and cups.

"Have you thought of a name for her yet?"