He stands in the way of the door, half in and half out of her apartment like a gesture about crossing lines. Not that he hasn't stayed here, wouldn't hesitate to come over in the event of a curse, or her needing him, maybe even to watch that miserable Disney film, but tonight he's going to wait until properly invited. He can see through the open doorway into the kitchen from where he stands, watching her deal with the flowers and smiling.

"Dewi Shri. I think it's fusion, though with what..." In this place it could be modern Western cuisine or Venusian. "It's got good reviews."