Evka and Antoine had apparently insisted Davrin take a break, so... there were worse ways than a picnic out in the forest. It wasn't like Lucanis didn't need a break, too.

Even if he was eyeing the yams with more suspicion than they deserved. It was almost enough for him to overlook the tea.

Almost.

"This smells like a focaccia. I don't think that's how tea is supposed to smell."