Gideon was not close to many people. He was friendly with hundreds, casually acquainted with thousands, but there were very few he would say really knew him. When he'd met Seraphina, he had not expected to get close to the young girl, yet here he was, almost a surrogate father by now: giving advice, encouraging her work, listening to her secrets.
Knowing that she had a tendency to forget to eat, he'd made her up a lunch with his own. Only something simple, crackers and cheese with a few onions, but enough to keep her going and to satisfy his worrying about her. With some for himself packed too, he knocked on her door just as she grumbled about her work, stepping in.
"I see you've actually remembered you need something on your stomach today, but you could always do with a little more." Gideon said with a smile, going to set the plate down on her desk and then leaning to look at what she was doing: while Seraphina was much younger and experienced than he was, she had skills he could not imagine. Gideon had always been a man of charm and philosophy, not numbers and practicality. "What is this going to be?"
