"Ah, another universal constant," she grins. "I think two of my aunts and one of my grandmothers had a cookie tin sewing kit too."

(It tastes a bit like a cross between a crisp cheese cracker and a soft cheese biscuit, savory and rich, with the tang of caramelized onion blended through it.)

"I'm glad you like them." And -- is that a touch of pink in her cheeks? Maybe it's just from the warmth in here, or the little bit of alcohol she's had.