The man and the woman were talking with one another. "Did you hear? Lettie told the Master about her boy down on Hesser Street and he wasn't angry like she thought he would be."<br/><br/>"Why would he be?" the Cool asked, glancing down at her. "He usually doesn't care what we do as long as we get out work done."<br/><br/>"Well, she had been taking a little longer on her trips to the food market than usual, and he made her tell him why. But he wasn't mad! In fact, you know what he told her? He said he'd look into purchasing this young man so that she may have him here instead of wasting time on her trips."<br/><br/>"Then she and the young man are very fortunate," the Cook replied, cutting up a slab of meat.<br/><br/>"Do you think he'll do that if<span style="font-style: italic">I</span>fall in love someday?" she asked dreamily.<br/><br/>"Perhaps. If it suits him," the Cook replied. It seemed he was not as taken with Tehvar as the others were.<br/><br/>"You have no faith, Rembrant!" she cried, irritated with him.<br/><br/>"You have only seen his good side. I've been around for most of his life. There is more to him than a 'kind' Master." He looked at Amora. "You remember that too. He'll be nice to you so long as what you do suits him. If you become an inconvenience, he gets upset. The Master very much hates it when his perfect world crumbles even the tiniest bit. He considers himself a philanthropist. Hah." He turned back to his cooking.