"I'm glad you approve. It felt... fitting." Felix shoots him a pleased smirk, trying not to miss his place with the brush while he does. Marcella glances over and studiously refrains from rolling her eyes at the way they're gazing at each other. They're guests and she's being a gracious hostess.

She can tease Felix tomorrow.

"Supper should be ready once we're finished with the kites," she says. "I doubt you'll find it very impressive, but it's just something to keep you all on your feet before the feast tonight."

"You don't want to spoil your appetite when the Emperor's buying us all dinner," Terentius agrees dozily.