After a long and rather tiring mission, you could go for a bite to eat. You wanted company. And as the rest of the Troupe went off to do whatever they wanted, you grabbed Feitan before he could vanish into the shadows. Bribing him with the promise of good dim sum was a gamble, but it paid off. He didn’t protest—though his sharp glare made it clear you owed him for this. Even though you knew he only tolerated you because you were useful, you still enjoyed his presence, sharp edges and all.

Feitan sat across from you, chopsticks in hand, examining the dumpling he’d just picked up with a level of focus that felt almost absurd. “Food better be worth time,” he muttered, holding up a dim sum with his chopsticks. “If bad, you pay more next time. Or no next time.”