“Exactly. I also only barely had time to see Alina, she’s busy not just with the court but she’s building an orphanage where she grew up. I told her to let me know what help she needs financially for it.” Ravka is right now deeply in debt, the poor finances making it a large target because it can’t afford better defenses and allies only care so long as it’s beneficial. Kaz puts his foot down on getting involved in politics, but an orphanage? That he’ll lend some money towards. “She didn’t find it funny when I said she could pay me back by letting me know of any kids with sticky fingers who might want a job rather than a tutor’s education, but otherwise, the talk went well.”

True to form, Kaz limps towards Adonis’s counters to examine any spice racks or kitchen tools that are visible. Certain ones he knows well, others are more rare. Those that he isn’t as familiar with he opens up and looks at, sniffing experimentally. He’s a hands on learner who assumes he can help himself to whatever is around him, which means a severe lack of manners and propriety in not touching someone else’s things.

“Coffee is always tempting, but I’ll take a whiskey. We can chill the wines maybe to have with dinner?” Kaz doesn’t have the tolerance level of Adonis, but he figures nursing a whiskey won’t make him that tipsy. “We’d need a lot of whiskey to be jealous of the apron,” he adds a little mischievously, glad he could pawn it off on someone who would appreciate it. Not one to be left with idle hands, Kaz busies himself getting some whiskey tumblers to drink out of. “What are we making?”