She waved the apology off, smiling, "S'fine. I got the gist of it anyway." She settled with one leg folded under the other, it was an odd position, but she was comfortable, "I probably won't eat the whole thing, just so you know. It's not a disorder or anything, I just eat the same as the Shadows do."
The cigarette, apparently, fascinated Kitten, sliding down from the back of Henn's neck to sit on the table, coiled and sitting up like a cobra being charmed, following the movements of Miniver's hand.