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But his brother is.

His feet are on the table, and he's spearing bits of food with a dagger. He's looking just as angry as Iobel saw him last, though not directed at anyone in particular.
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Iobel gives him a noticeable berth anyway.

(Cricket hisses at him on principle, though.)
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Zevros doesn't look up from his food-spearing, and wordlessly flips Cricket the bird.

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Iobel keeps Cricket in her lap for the entirety of dinner, hand-feeding him bits of everything that appeals to him, murmuring to him softly as he denounces everyone at the table in his private language.

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Food skewer. Food skewer. He's mostly just stabbing things, at this point, it's not even cutting up the food. Just - stab. Stab. Stab.

When he's in a bad mood it does not seem to be subtle.
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As long as he isn't threatening to stab her, or Cricket, Iobel can just - not interact with him.

She eats quickly and then she picks up Cricket and carries him away.
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Yup. That is a thing the both of them are free to do. Zevros will just be here.

Stabbing his food mercilessly.
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Iobel sits and works on her spell, for lack of anything better to do - no need to prune it in a desperate hurry to get it into her head; she can do it the long way, now. When Zephrys comes back she hands over the letters, one two three.

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Zephrys comes back, retrieves the letter, and then asks if there's anything else Iobel wants.

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"I'm fine for the time being. If you hear about any - queening that needs doing - then let me know, I guess."

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"Yup!" agrees Zephrys. "But honestly I have no idea how - 'queening' works."

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"Well, neither do I. Two sets of ears will find more of it to do than one."

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"Makes sense. I'll ask around, maybe someone knows!"

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