Mor nodded at Brooks' comment. She looked at him, and then back at her stepmother. "Mama," Morrigan said, meeting the other woman's eyes. "Do you think you could get some samples, from cook?"

Her stepmother, who perhaps knew what Morrigan was up to but also had inherited Newland's tendency of indulging his daughter, smiled, nodded, said something simple, and then left to do just that.

Mor moved to settle in next to Brooks on his couch, and twined her arms around his neck. "Hello," Mor said, with a soft smile.