Kadar could smell something delicious. It smelled wonderful, in a place that he was so used to smelling of dank corners and musty tapestries. He followed his nose with a little less caution than he probably should have, given his recent near-death experience, but it didn't work out badly, this time: he hesitated for only a second as he saw the tea spread, and took another few steps closer.

"Hello," he offered, cheerfully. Maybe he could get some, even if it looked like she was prepared for other people...