"Ever?" Luka is surprised by the revelation. "And yet you know they made that time fuckery happen."

The waiter returns a moment later and sets down a bowl on the table -- it seems to be filled with only fruit and whipped cream, piled high. Luka thanks him and sends him on his way, picking up his spoon eagerly.

"I assume they're not allied with you then, and probably not with me." He says, taking a spoonful of cream and berries.