It was the smell that had drawn Cassian's attention. He'd gone down to the training center early, early enough it was still dark, and had only just come back up. He couldn't let some kid get the upper hand against him again, that meant honing his skills. It also meant he was pretty much starving and the sweet smell that assaulted him when he got back to his floor was just a little too enticing to ignore.

He took in the sight of the platters and fruits and finally the woman as she introduced herself. He almost rolled his eyes at that one, just what he didn't need: someone else at his heels who didn't know anything or care.

"Hey. What's all this stuff? Not the fruits or the nuts, the flat things." He'd been a poor kid and turned into a poor man and then he'd been with Delilah, trump cards didn't get a whole lot of preferential treatment and murderers didn't eat stuff that smelled like it ought to come straight from a baker's oven. Sweets were a luxury.