Nita reemerged from the kitchen with a pair of glasses, and offered one to Kyle. "Just juice. Unless you don't want it to be, in which case I'll go get the local equivalent of vodka."

She followed his gaze to the bolt of cloth, dark green with golden threads woven through it. "Oh. Let me get that out of your way." By which she apparently meant 'move it to another, more out of the way chair,' because she set her glass down on an end table and proceeded to do just that.