A blind culinary prodigy who spares a day each week to work in the Enodia's kitchen. There's a story behind that – there is a story to all of those who gravitate to the Enodia, for one does not draw Hecate's notice by sticking to well-lit spaces and well-travelled thoroughfares – but Athena files it away for now. At this moment, she's more interested in Kaden himself.
A good kid, Marcie said. Caring, funny, wants to be a vet. To that, Athena might add keen for approval. Observant, perhaps, or perhaps there's been little for him to do here but observe.
"It sounds like I'm in luck today," Athena says as she lifts her cutlery again, loading a mouthful onto her fork. He's right: it's good. Perfectly golden flakes of pastry, pops of briny feta amid the earthy greens, a hint of dill and mint, a subtle note of nutmeg. She smiles at Kaden after she's swallowed. "Genius," she agrees. "I can believe that. You seem like you know the ins and outs of this place. Any other tips for me?"