Unei was strange even among her kind. She hadn't offered a nose to sniff at the offered back of hand, but rather began to sparkle more intensely as she arched her back and tried her best to make contact as she walked beneath the offered extremity. She even stretched onto her small paws to maximize her reach.

Madhuri had de-floured herself! Ya-ha! But she came bearing a silver tray with a set for coffee and some baked something-or-another. Strawberries, raspberries and blueberries dappled over a shiny shell, sitting in a shallow bed of some pillowy, pale golden filling.

"Alright! A jammy mixed berry tart on flaky puff for you, dear. The cashew cream has been a hit with folk that don't yearn for pastry cream or cheesecake filling." She was already pouring the coffee.