"I chose to stop in, Inej. It's always a conscious choice." Kaz will die on his hill of self-control, even if she's not wrong that the temptation played a large part in his choice. At the end of the day he's a man and not a machine, and there's a simple joy in passing by a bakery early in the morning when the bread is just done. He doesn't often take the time to spare for such things, and she's right this is a rare moment that likely means he's in a good mood.

Kaz doesn't nibble his food, he takes a hardy bite and chews with the purpose of a man who doesn't trust his next bite is guaranteed to happen. Chewing on the bite of flaky pastry, he pulls out a piece of fruit from the center and pops it into his mouth, not at all bothered that such actions are poor manners. "Did you get some rest? I see you dried off well enough."