"Oh, that's fair," Krem said, nodding somberly. He filled up their glasses with the port, humming at the rose-amber color of it, a good sort of sappy color almost. It smelled sweet even just from the bottle. "You'll have to tell me if it meets expectation, then."

He did steal a blueberry out of her collection of fruit, though, grinning cheekily as he tossed it in the air and leaned back to catch it in his mouth.