"And you couldn't resist stopping in," she says with a little smile. It was hard to pass by the pastry shop and not stop in sometimes. She was grateful that he'd thought to bring one up to her before the rest of the Dregs got their hands on them.

She sets Sankt Vladimir down on the bed reverently before standing and walking the short distance over to the desk to pick up the Danish. It was only after the first bite that she realized it had been a little bit since her last meal. "You meeting go well then, I take it?"