"What are you going to do about it?" Colle asks, as the group go down the big stairs with the marble pillars. "I have filed the copy." "Is that all?" "The individual concerned died a few years ago," Inric says. "Bringing all this up again will not help. I... I need to think about it." Brood about it? Colle smiles. "Well, you can start by coming to the kitchen," she says, deliberately upbeat. Inric looks surprised. "What - why?" "Because it has fresh lemon buns and a teapot, and I don't think you've eaten anything since this morning." He can't hide his smile this time. "Thank you."