"People will ignore a lot of things if it doesn't match up with how they believe things should be," he said without malice. At the last comment he gave her a strange look, not quite understanding what she meant by contacts.

With the sword out, he tilted it slightly. It wasn't entirely out of the scabbard, but one could guess the detailing went all the way down to the tip. He looked satisfied at her appraisal, looking up as she reached out to touch it.

"Go ahead," he said. In fact, he did hold it out to her. "The hilt isn't as heavy as it looks," he continued, shifting his grip so she could grasp it. "It's meant to be light." Whatever materials it was made from, it proved to be as he said, weighing maybe even less than the wooden swords she'd gotten made for Ezra and Rhys.

"Baklava?" Ezra asked beside them as they spoke, still standing at the table, attending to passers-by. "Crispy honey goodness, pistachios over here, walnuts over here. Dolmades if y'aren't up for anything sweet."

Nadir glanced up, amused, but returned to watching Eileen with the sword.