[ Cain's attention was too full-forward, in everything he was doing; he didn't notice the smile. But he turned a smile around to both other men where they stood, outlined by the golden light of deepening evening and the view of the harbour.

He smiled. ]

Killer view, right? Like every new day is the most beautiful thing you could ever see.

And... uh, yeah. We've got access to the rest of the building, yeah! It used to be wooden stairs all the way up from the ground floor, but they collapsed ages ago. Would take a week to clear the mess out, but the bottom could be made pretty cosy. I climbed down a little ways; we could make landings for different floors if we felt like it, as like... a summer project, or something...

[ But he shook his head, grinning, and pulled three small clay cups off the floor with his fingers, set them on an edge of the stove. Pulled a few small vials out of his pocket. ]

You'll have tea first, sweetheart, and like it. It was something special for my family, we'd only be able to afford it every few years if we pooled together. But there was a whole shop of tea, over on the edge of the district. You know, by the square with the fountain?

So I sprung for some.