“Have I unintentionally initiated a courtship?” “No,” Vasiht’h said. “At least, nothing that formal, not with a bag of coffee beans! But you might have given her hopes.” Jahir shook his head. “I hope not. She seems a sensible woman; hopefully she won’t take it for more than it was.” “I hate to tell you this,” Vasiht’h said. “But there’s almost nothing sensible about love.”
