"Also, the sky is gray," Kaz teases her when she announces that he brought breakfast. Somehow, that's easier than stating out loud that he did, indeed, bring breakfast to his crew. "I was out in the area of the pastry shop, anyway." That much was true, Kaz had been feeling good after his meeting as he passed by it and allowed himself to seize the opportunity. The smells of fresh bread and sugar had been hard to pass and reminded him he hadn't eaten the night before.

He limps into Inej's small room, the yellow walls the promise of a sunshine that Ketterdam rarely sees. He sets the pastry on her desk as he confirms, "It's a cheese Danish. Best to eat it here unless you want crumbs on your bed." He notes she's doing her usual ritual of cleaning her knives. They're an extension of her, much like his suit is for him. A piece of her armor that helps keep her safe, that sends a message not to get too close unless she allows it. Leaning against the wall, he takes a bite of his fruit Danish. "If I didn't bring you one, there wouldn't be any left by the time you got downstairs."