He gave her a sidelong glance. Do herself a sandwich. Really. Iollan thinks not. Not in his kitchen, at least. Partly because he had an almost obsessive need to be In Control of everything that went on here, and partly because he would like to do something for her.

Though not of course in any way different from how he served any other Spade.

"What would you like in it, m'lady?" he asked as he sliced some bread that had been baked freshly this morning.