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Kit lifted her fork to her mouth experimentally. She knew what quiche was, of course, but it had never smelled quite like this. The girl was pleasantly delighted when it tasted of some nice herbs as well as egg, cheese, and all the things one commonly expected of quiche. Chewing it over to appreciate all the flavors, she swallowed and smiled brightly.

"Delicious!" she exclaimed, and Norman was not far in echoing her praise.

"Most delightful, Amunet," he agreed, reaching across the table for the fruit bowl, offering Kit some, which she accepted, before spooning a bit onto the edge of his own plate. Kit did not much care, but Norman was one of those people who was meticulous about food not touching, and generally about tidiness in his life, as evidenced by his usual appearance. Fastidiousness had always served him well; and so he saw no reason to slacken in it.

Kit ate as quickly as was strictly polite, both because of the taste of the meal and also because she was eager to go into Exodar. "So, Amunet, what will you do while we're in Exodar?" she asked conversationally. She knew Norman wanted to buy supplies of some sort, but if the older woman was going to do something more interesting, she might ask to accompany her instead.