Kaz's nails are neat, clean and clipped, and he shoots her a very dubious look, though the corner of his mouth lifts in a smile. "My nails are fine how they are, Wraith. Thank you." He sets down the plates in the middle of the table and then goes back to the kitchen for a couple more. Once the table is laden, he sits, reaching for a glass of wine.

"I've got faith we can withstand it," he says. "Wouldn't put money on a lot of these people, though."