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Torquil was surprised to see a Vella blush slightly when she asked to be pointed out the sugar. Surprised and a little smug, although it probably meant nothing more than her Princess' propriety making her self-conscious. He made a small, swift gesture with his hand, and a servant brought the sugar canister, white porcelain inlaid with tiny flecks of crystal to bring to mind the appearance of sugar, held in both palms to Vella's side of the table. The canister was uncovered and a pair of silver tongs placed so Vella could take as many cubes as she wished.

So, Vella had a sweet tooth. After all, the tea was already quite sweet, infused with small amounts of nectar as well as the delicate fragrance of lavender and jasmine. Torquil himself liked strong flavours, and had spices and condiments traded from across the sea in return for the detailed, decorative weaves of Istalia.

Torquil put down his cup, dabbing at his mouth. He generally breakfasted light. "As soon as you have taken your fill, we will have to set off," he said, wondering why he sounded mildly apologetic. Vella hadn't betrayed any aversion to it. He himself didn't exactly look forward to the frivolity of it, but it was in no way objectionable, and it had to be done.