Neri’s congratulations arrived in the form of a demand for four separate plates.
Iven found it pinned beside Borin’s temperature report when he returned to the bench. Below the demand she had drawn a table, four plates, and a fifth object that might have been a cabbage or a particularly unfriendly cat. The time was written clearly enough to prevent him misunderstanding the important part.
He washed, changed the shirt beneath his brown coat, and took a chair to the cooperative roof.
“Why the chair?” Jem asked from the hatch.
“I was told to bring something.”
“Food.”
“The drawing was unclear.”
Neri appeared behind him carrying a pot. “It’s a round loaf.”
