Unfortunately she doesn't have much to offer beyond coffee and cake. While she'd happily dip into her stores, she doubts he'd want the sorts of dried and preserved foods she's keeping there, either. It's really for emergencies. Her kitchen is used for food storage, since cooking is another of those skills she never picked up. The cake is from the market.

Levi sits - and then wipes off his fingers. Her eyes go wide at his outburst. Surprise, with a hint of indignation, because what does it have to do with him anyway?

'I don't tell other people what do to with their private homes,' she says quietly. 'I'm very busy and I can hardly afford to have staff in.' Reacting as if he were someone from Cardalek criticising her, someone who would have that expectation.