Art. They had spoken of art back when he was eccentric artist and had discovered her painting pysanky. Then they had become Tens and talk had switched to need to throttle royals.

It is Katya's turn to smirk. "Can you imagine me stuck behind booth all day? There are other Russians. I will send one to her. And you? Give krav maga demonstration. That would be different than what they will be expecting from Israel."

"I should have asked you for lessons all those years ago when you said I should branch out from my eggs." She looks at him fondly.