Avra was in the middle of bothering Tev over their breakfast the next day—mostly by threatening to put coconut jam on his nipples—when Red and his companion knocked on the door. “Ah,” said Red apologetically when Teveri yanked the door open. “We’re interrupting.” Avra was laid out nearly naked across the breakfast table with a fistful of silk scarves in his hands, which he had been shaking insistently at Teveri. He sighed. “Well, yes, a bit, but you weren’t to know.”
