Nisa watched him as he drank the tea. Allah spared him that night, the tea was fair and no wooziness took him. She listened to him, her face giving a mild look of curiosity though what brewed beneath the surface was a mystery as always.

Go the pier? Take notes? It sounded so very anti-climatic, but his warning promised otherwise. She gave him a small nod. Already ideas came to her, how to get people to speak to her more easily and how to get them to talk faster.

"I think this will be a piece of cake, brother. What will you do if I beat your expectations."