Dinner.

[ with a shrug, as she settles herself into a chair to wait for him to get what he wants from the bag. it had been something of a pain to go across the city to get it from this specific stand, but she had had a little bit extra time today to make the trip.

mostly because, on reflection, she would get nowhere in befriending (or whatever this relationship is supposed to be) kaz brekker by constantly being difficult. besides, being angry was exhausting. being nice was much easier.

and, most importantly: ]

I haven't eaten yet, and I didn't want to find food later. So whatever you need to talk to me about can happen over food.

[ she's half-wondering what else she screwed up, truth be told, but kaz appears to be in a halfway-decent mood. ]