As he goes to the table, Saffron takes a moment while unseen to grin to herself, pleased at how well everything's shaping up. She never intended this to be a rush job, and she's patient enough to let it develop at whatever speed is natural. She's already glad with how tonight's going.

It takes her a couple of trips to get all the serving dishes to the table, carefully lifting the lid on each one to reveal its contents as she brings them out. Finally, she sits and takes Molokov's plate to serve him. "I hope you're hungry enough to try a little of each," she says with a smile.