[Paul can imagine that Kaworu's bluntness may not have mixed well with Sansa's genteel manners. He can't expect every displaced noble to enjoy mingling with common folk. That Sansa deigned to come at all, and stay, is an impressive thing as it is - the heavens know it took Paul time enough to adjust to the new norms of the land.]

What flavor is your favorite? I should try that first, before anything happens to the rest of them.

[He taps the box of little cakes, returning her smile.]

I know a good bakery in the city. It's run by another mage, and a lady, like yourself. Patisserie Lysithea.