"I should be offended," Biffy said delicately, "that you think I pry into my coworkers' lives at my lover's bequest. Especially when you know I am naturally a busybody who can't resist the smell of information and gossip." He said it with a smile, resting his chin on the palm of his hand.

Changing the subject in an abrupt way, meant to give Krem an opening if he chose, Biffy held up the little cloche with the cluster of gem fruit above where the ear would sit. "What do you think? A leaf border along the bottom?"