"Do they?"

Hopefully Korrin will forgive him looking slightly askance at the biscuits. The memory of those wee cakes from the soiree - the anise and deep mushroom ones - has been burned into his mind, and he's not at all sure that he's willing to trust an Orlesian recipe, even if they do look quite good.

"I'll...ah, take the pasties for now, I think. But cider as well, please. You'd not had to have gone to the trouble for that, though, Korrin. I was just thinking maybe some bread or fruit."