If she'd known him before he'd become the sorcerer supreme, she wouldn't have recognized him. He was bitter and callus towards others' suffering, even if he was a doctor. "Isn't it?" he smiled and slid her chair in. "You're quite welcome, Pepper. You deserve a quiet evening to gather yourself. The transition must be difficult," as he was sure from the way she'd spoken on the forum and the things they'd already discussed during the course of the night. He moved to sit then uncorked the bottle of red wine, filling both glasses for them. "Quiche, bread, butter, nothing too fancy. Something simple for us tonight to share in as friends." He was pleased she was happy with the view and his efforts.