[ the thought of kaz brekker (who wears one color, which is black) living in a garish nightmare of a house is enough to bring a grin to her features, shaking her head slightly. she doubts he would live in one, but she doesn't doubt for a moment that he would build it out of spite. ]

Thirty.

[ with a soft click of her tongue, in mock disapproval at the wastefulness. inej is nothing but practical. who on earth needs thirty rooms? inej barely uses the one that she has, and it isn't even hers. ]

Saints knows whoever you wind up with will need the patience of a goddess, if you are going to decorate the entire house in blue velvet out of spite.

[ because regardless of his pessimistic grumbling, there is someone for everyone. even if he is too blind to see her. maybe one day he will.

she pushes that thought of her head as they near dinner - simple, out of the way, open twenty-four-seven. cheap and generally populated by those of their ilk, thieves and conpeople who need a quick bite to eat. but the eggs and toast are delicious, and their waffles are top notch. kaz had promised her dinner . . . which is turning into more breakfast, at this hour of night. whatever. it counts. ]

Should we get it to go and eat on the roof?

[ she asks, thoughtful, as she glances toward him. ]