The first visitor to the pattern yard brought a saucepan.
Isel looked at it, then at the woman carrying it.
“We’re testing a heating loop.”
“I heard.”
“That doesn’t make it a kitchen.”
“It does if the pipe’s hot.”
Neri covered her mouth.
Iven took the saucepan before anyone could put it on an instrument case. Inside lay six pale dumplings in a cloth.
