[He scolds himself, yet again, for the little pang of disappointment at delaying lunch for a few days. He hadn't even planned to have anything to do with Myr at all, after that last conversation. Why should he be so desperate for his cousin's company now as soon as the prospect is dangled in front of him? He needs to get a grip. He's not that lonely.]

Sure. Uh, let me think. [He doesn't have anything going on that he couldn't reschedule--hoarding library books on the Veil and sweet-talking his way into Lord Baerendorf's operation can always be put on hold for the length of a lunch, after all--but he'll pretend he needs to consider it for a moment.] Thursday?

Tevinter food's going to be even harder to come by, if we're disappointed. You can't even get liquamen around here. It's a port city where they don't make fish sauce.