"Friends can still look like a couple," I said, reaching for a piece of bread. "It's the way you bicker. Very domestic."
"We don't bicker."
"You bicker constantly," Kevin said flatly, not looking up from his plate.
Vivianne turned on him so fast her borrowed coat nearly slipped off her shoulder. "Whose side are you on?"
"I didn't know there were sides."
"There are always sides."
Kevin finally looked up, his expression as tired as it was unimpressed. "Then I'm on the side that gets to eat breakfast in peace."
Vivianne made a sound of pure indignation and threw a piece of cheese at him. He caught it without looking and ate it.
Evelina hid her smile behind her tea cup.
I tore off a chunk of bread and chewed slowly, letting the warmth settle in my stomach. Real bread. Real cheese. The archmage might be an ancient, manipulative immortal, but at least he had good taste.
"We should finish up," I said. "We don't know how much time has passed outside this library."
