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[ Alistair is sewing—because he can, if not very expertly, at least well enough to stitch his name into his socks and repair his own clothes with just a bit of weird puckering, and because keeping busy keeps him from brooding too obviously. At this particular moment he's sewing up one of the tents where the bursts of strong wind through the valley have been slowly tearing a small hole into a big one. Big needle, thick string. It's a lot easier than buttons. Easy enough that he doesn't stop when Cade approaches, only looks at him and then very obviously looks around the camp beyond him to see who else is present before he smiles a bit, in a baffled way.

The bafflement doubles when Cade starts talking. Then it slowly segues into suspicion as he goes on. ]

Sssure, [ he says, wary but willing to humor him. Cakes. ] Did you bring them?

[onlyhymns]

[That would've been a smart approach. Or, at least, smarter than making up some cock-and-bull story about cakes that don't exist. Cade has gone very red.]

Um. ...no. [It is possible that lying is not among his strengths.]

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You walked half an hour to invite me in person to walk back half an hour and... eat cakes.

[ He returns to sewing. ]

Do you want to try again? We can pretend the first one never happened.

[onlyhymns]

[Busted. Cade is red all the way to his ears, and he rubs the back of his neck as if that will help him become more suave.]

Um...
...I'm supposed to bring you out. For something nice. Because you're upset.

[Beleth is gonna be pissed. But at least he didn't say she's behind it!!]

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I'm not up—

[ He stops. Frowns at his stitching. Drops the needle to let it dangle. ]

All right. Since you were so honest.

[onlyhymns]

[Cade did something right? Well... no, not really. But what he did do seems to have worked. He smiles.]

Thanks. [He isn't sure why he's thanking him, but it seems like the thing to do.]