She's a very good cook. And kind enough to lend me her dishes.

[ Yseult collects a few of the bowls and platters--more colorfully painted than Yseult's own simple matching stoneware--and carries them over to the low table in front of the couch, markedly warmer than the far side of the room where the real table sits by the windows. She sets them down and returns to collect a bottle of wine and two glasses before taking a seat. ]

You'll have to come back when the weather's better. It's lovely most of the year. We can eat on her terrace and then have drinks on my roof.