I can just see how that'll go down. Let's just stick with the brandy and a little friendly gambling. [This said with a smile that can be heard, even if it can't be seen. Kit leans back in his seat, twisting the sending crystal in his grasp and looking past it out his office window; it's raining, the first real chill of autumn in the air.

He knows he should let Vandelin go, should let him see to his tasks. Instead,] What's the weather like out there?