With another of those bright laughs, she claps her hand on Devero's shoulder('s vicinity, under the lump of blankets). "He is bold, this one," she informs Koumyou. "Not afraid to ask for what he needs. Could almost pass as one of us, if he had proper ears, the way he is with people."

It's Devero's turn to color, hunching down a little in response to her bluff praise. He doesn't know how to respond to that!

She spares him somewhat, turning to wave a hand over the tray. Unlike the cold food that was waiting for them when they arrived here, this new offering steams in the crisp air. She picks up a platter of what looks like funnel cake, down to the dusting of powdered sugar, and offers it to them. "For the betrothed," she says. She eyes Devero. "You remember what I showed you?"