Alina, smiling brightly at Mal across the table: Did you know that the sun is actually white, not yellow?
Mal, returning her smile, eyes sparking: Is that so? Like your hair when you summon, then? Pure and blinding?
Nikolai, clears throat & holds up map: Alright, so about these supply lines to West Ravka… Are we SURE the Grisha don't need, say, blinders or some form of protection to deal with the radiant glow of your mirrors when the time comes to ward off the Nichevo’ya & foot soldiers?
Alina, to Mal, ignoring Nikolai: You think so? Maybe you need some protection, just in case I accidentally summon a little too much light…
Mal, leaning closer across the table: I'll risk it.
Nikolai, slams the map down: FINE. Everyone just go blind! See if I care!! … I'm going to the Little Palace, at least there Zoya lets me drink tea while she yells at me, who cares that she won’t be back till tonight; sounds worth waiting for after this mess!
