[Meulin gets to making a cup for Rose as she speaks. The girl has come often enough that she feels she knows her tastes well enough. The news is bothersome, but not especially surprising.]

That is so. We're having our usual round of peace, here in Death City, and no Empresses have been causing trouble as of late.

[How long either of those would last, who knew? Di was, however, grateful for each moment.]