[He kisses her forehead as he slides from the bed, zipping across the room to his things and back again before the bed's had a chance to cool. In his hands he holds a small wooden box, about half the size of a loaf of bread, inlaid with a colorful mosaic in lapis and mother of pearl. It looks like a jewelry box, but inside, separated into compartments, are an assortment of sweets from Tashbaan, wrapped in bits of waxed paper.]
What were you going to do with more jewels, anyway?
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What were you going to do with more jewels, anyway?