Mehair took a bite first, crunching loudly. “So… what do you do?”
Armen closed his eyes again. “Mehair.”
“What? You said ask nicely.”
Zarin didn’t seem offended. She studied the little girl, then answered simply, “I run a company.”
“What kind?”
“The kind that makes a lot of people very busy,” Zarin said, a faint smile touching her lips.