"Thank you for doing that. And I'd say I was looking forward to the stew, but that'd be a lie. I'm getting sick of it."

Waver smiled and patted Iskandar's hand. They were re-entering the city now, which meant going to deliver the mail to appropriate places. It was a brief enough task though, and soon enough Waver was at the front door, unlocking it.

"After you," he said as the door creaked open.