"They're both," Qebhet said with a tiny grin. "It's what makes them so terribly tempting." The cafe was quiet, the lunchtime rush having subsided, and they found their way to a table beside the decorative wall of books. It also brought them by the cabinet of cakes and pastries, and Qebhet paused to glance at them, her eyes drawn straightaway to a Persian love cake, golden-brown and topped with pistachios. "Oh, speaking of tempting! Do you want something to eat? It's my treat."