He just looked at her. “Thirty-six,” Kit said. “But don’t send in a team. Sail back to the line and alert the fleet. Let them come.” “Twenty-four,” Jin said. “Fine.” “And wine,” he said again. “As many casks as the boat will carry. And bread, if you can manage it. The Gallians do make a fine loaf.” Kit made a little bow. “Shall we also bring cassoulet and petit fours to finish the meal?” “Needs must,” Jin said, echoing what she’d told him. Then he offered a hand, pulled her to her feet. “I’m impertinent because I care.”
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