"That's not what I said?" Oh look, more people who want cupcakes, two teas, one coffee. They aren't complaining about beet root in their red velvet cake. Cassian gives them their food, takes their money, thanks them.

"I'm certain you could work an oven. More certain you could rig it to blow, if need be." A glance. "Need does not be, at the moment, for the record."