[ For his part, Vanadi spends the few extra minutes he has perched at the edge of the parapet, one leg dangling over and the other folded neatly. It's a nice view. The breeze is a little too brisk for comfort, but the sun almost balances it. He glances back to greet By with a smile, hopping down, and politely ignores that nervous look that he hasn't missed. ]

Good afternoon. [ This quick dip of his head is almost a bow. ] Malai Kofta with rice and a few substitutions. I think it should pull together nicely, regardless of what I couldn't find in the larder.