Balthier watches David's body tense, then his ears dip a little. Maybe he wouldn't see it if he hadn't spent years with Fran. She too would gloss over his words, only for him to realize later she heard -- and contemplated -- all of them. Even when they were copious.

"I'll bring things from afield then," he says casually, to cement that the offer is there but David's choice. "Fresh won't travel well, but there are spices. And pickles. If you decide you don't wish to see me again, then I doubt I'll find you, and the food won't spoil."