Much grinned at her, and Qebhet's tentative smile firmed. She didn't know him well, but he had an unaffected warmth about him that put her at ease. The one and only time they had met in person before had been when he'd invited both her and Hecate to dinner, and by the time he'd served up the first course (there had been several, all of which he'd apparently cooked himself) he'd been chatting away as though they were old friends.
"I was out for a walk," she said, smoothing down the skirt of her shirt dress, soft and loose in a bold Ankara print. "I might have wandered a little further afield than I meant to. But it put me in your neighbourhood. How have you been, Much? Have you had a busy night?"