Inside of the box, each one of them shimmered and sparkled like gems, crystalline and perfect in shape—a box of glazed donuts stared up at the Wood Elf. It caught him in surprise, and he blinked for one moment. At loss for words, until he glanced back at Han Jing and laughed. "This is what you bring me? Some kind of..."
"Confectionery?" Han Jing answered for him. "It's a donut, Hazel. Don't tell me you don't have it from where you're from?" he asked with a pointed stare. If he bothered with a disguise, then he would keep up with the ruse. Behind the Wood Elf, Jinjing had already thrown open her own box, grabbed for a piece of a donut and bit into hers.