Force, Tahiri would have settled for grayweave at this point; leftover spaghetti was almost gourmet in comparison. "It's plenty, Raven," she assured her with a smile, but also a mildly wounded look -- rub it in about being able to walk in and out, why don't you, Raven. "I really appreciate it, even if I have no kriffing clue what's doing this."