Felix had brought lunch.
Jian arrived early, found him sitting in the shade beside a carefully packed basket and considered whether surrender had acquired catering.
“You’re here.”
“I reserved the morning.”
“For the match?”
“For the match and eating afterward. The old problem was never the duel. It was the duel expanding into three disasters and an unpaid overnight shift.”
Jian looked at the basket.
“I’d have brought better food if I’d known catering would be judged.”
