A bit later, Nari shows up with a biscuit held half in her mouth and her hands full with a cloth-wrapped bundle of the selfsame baked good and a small jar of jam with a knife stuck out of it.

"It'f fome of 'a win'her aff'l--" she starts around it, and then rolls her eyes with a hampered grin at her own unintelligibility, waiting to speak until she'd folded crosslegged to the ground near where Korrin's stretching and rested the bundle in her lap so she can remove the biscuit from her mouth. "It's some of the winter apple that's left," she says, tilting the jar back and forth at her Vashoth friend in an invitation to join her.