[Shai has the table set aside for them, and raises a signaling hand as Kevlahn steps away from the mic. She can't pretend to have the poetic ear that those around her do, murmuring appreciations and contemplations beneath scattered applause, but at least she's here and at least she knows what she enjoys. This coffee, for one thing, and Kevlahn retaking a seat at her side for another.]
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Seems they like you.