Laurel's heading down, for the kitchens. Agravain is in one of his moods, and he wants his supper sent up to his rooms; more specifically, he wants his wife to bring him supper, as if they were at home. Laurel's not sure how she's going to convince the servants to let her take the tray up alone, but she has no doubt something will occur to her eventually. Preoccupied, she almost runs into Sagramore. "Oh- sir, my apologies."