[The very first thing that Kaz and Jordie did when arriving in Ketterdam was spend too much of their small savings gorging themselves on sweets. On all the rich food varieties that Ketterdam has to offer. The island nation is the financial hub of the globe, and as such, trade and commerce bring all kinds. Including cuisines.

There’s something so innocent about these refuges from Ravka wanting to eat the sweets first. It flickers the embers of a memory in Kaz’s blackened coal heart. Perhaps what follows after won’t be a nightmare for them, now that he’s capable of protecting those who seek harbor in his city. He actually does have the means to set them up with new lives. Perhaps he’s stretching his resources thin, taking some risks, but the reward is worth it. Besides, it isn’t like he doesn’t have a steady stream of jobs.]

It would be more trouble if you didn’t let me know. I’d be put out if I heard from one of my runners about you approaching rather than from your mouth. [Kaz likes to know, he likes to plan. He does not like surprises.] I’ll make sure that your new arrivals have a fitting Ketterdam experience. [Which means that yes, he’ll pass along the welcome wagon to those who enjoy hospitality.]

I’m not always in Ketterdam these days anyway, so yes, please give me notice when you can.

[He’d be even more miffed if he missed a visit by her.]