Peony knew the guildhalls had kitchens, but it seemed as though a trip there for utensils would be unnecessary. She had tucked a cake server into the box – it would work well enough to cut the cake and distribute it onto the plates. “Tea would be lovely,” she said. She thought of offering to look through the papers, then kept her peace. If Siana was willing to step away from work for a few moments, Peony would not push her back there; she had no doubt their conversation would go back to the murders soon enough.
Monaco seemed uncomfortable around her, but then, he usually did. She had to assume he had been vetted before being brought on with the EKP, though her own questions about his motivations that day at the library still remained. Still, he had proven himself capable enough in these past few months, even if he did look at her rather strangely.
She cut into the cake, served up the first slice for the guest of honor. “My best wishes for your health and prosperity.”