"As long as you promise not to sue me if whatever I make causes you to fall ill." RIP Cesar and the fudge.

He arrives wearing the clothes he'd come to the island in. Simple cotton, with a few patches on the knees and elbows now to repair the rips he put in them whilst fighting the River Walker in its own caves. (At least there aren't any blood stains showing.)

He knocks, and then stands back a little so he can hold up the bottle of wine he's brought. He does appreciate when someone makes it easy on him by telling him what to bring in these situations.

"I hope red is to your taste?"