"Not so much tell as give, honestly," says Granby, flipping open the lid of his bag and digging through it one handed, pausing to smile his thanks at the girl when she brought drinks.

"Here," he says, flipping through the book until he fingers the ink line drawing of Temeraire that he's been working on for a few days. He carefully tugs it free of the pad and holds it out to Laurence. "For you."