"Evening," Quatre replies, smiling. Mr. Kassab is already gone for the night, so he shucks his blazer and places it into the hall closet himself. He didn't have any hardcopies to bring home this evening, so he just tucks his organizer into his waistcoat pocket.

He leans down to kiss Iria on the cheek, and she touches his elbow gently. "How long's it been since we've had supper?" he asks, after he straightens, resisting the urge to tuck his hands into his pockets as they make their way to the second floor conversation room. (The central wing elevator is tucked away in the back, behind the staircase and nearly in the main kitchen.)