Her prize for besting him in verbal combat: Bastien shows up in the morning, clay mug of coffee still in hand, rather than using her instruction to find her after breakfast and his irregular hours as an excuse to show up after noon. Geography and the speed of travel by eluvian mean that they emerge from Madame Clavet's shop into a Val Royeaux that's still rousing itself in the early dawn.
"By the laws of magic and man," Bastien says, as if he gives two figs about either of those things, "I think this means we're entitled to a second breakfast."
For the moment a second breakfast is most of what the city seems ready to provide to them: few of the shops they pass are open, yet, except the bakeries and cafรฉs those other shopkeepers might visit before beginning their own work.
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"By the laws of magic and man," Bastien says, as if he gives two figs about either of those things, "I think this means we're entitled to a second breakfast."
For the moment a second breakfast is most of what the city seems ready to provide to them: few of the shops they pass are open, yet, except the bakeries and cafรฉs those other shopkeepers might visit before beginning their own work.