Vanyel padded forward, surprisingly quiet, but habits died hard. Inwardly, he put up shields to keep Yfandes out, though he knew this would make the mare pout. He sat down and nodded to Clow in thanks, a smile slipping onto his face.


"They certainly look interesting," offered the herald peacock, his eyes moving over the dishes - half in an effort to understand what he was looking at and half in an effort not to stare to long at Clow. The man really was handsome.