"If sweets could appear by magic, we'd all have to be rolled down the street," Sorrel shakes his head. Poof indeed, "Thanks doesn't seem enough, really. I don't have anything-- wait here, I might have one thing."

And with one hand outstretched to entreat patience, Sorrel vanishes into one of the side-rooms, looking for whatever-it-is, leaving Adasse with the empty room, the gold silk and bag of candied nuts, and untidy, unsupervised pile of papers.