He arrived on time with a smirk on his face and a cocked eyebrow at the spread of food already prepared.  Ryven eyed each of the women, one lounging luxuriously while the other fervently sharpening blades.<br/><br/>"Am I early to the party?"  He said.<br/><br/>They would find him dressed in his best, a suit of leather.  Chaps, cod-piece, boots, harness, and vest with a charming smile to match.  In each hand he bore a pie, one blueberry, one blackberry.  He thought it best seeing as black and blue were favorite colors around here.  He set them down with the rest of the food before joining Marg.<br/><br/>"Hello, my dear Marguerite."