Moiraine sipped her cup of tea and pondered. That was twice now that Lan had made an excuse to leave before Siuan's arrival. She wondered if they had had a disagreement and didn't want to tell her. She glanced at him, picking up his cloak.

'Before you go, tell me why you won't see Siuan. You could barely look her in the eye last time. Why are you being so odd around her?'

Lan shifted uncomfortably.

'It's not what you think.'

Moiraine glared at him.

'It's just…she gave me a present. And I'm not sure what to do with it.'

Moiraine was curious.

'What did you give you?'

He delved into his pocket and took out a small object that Moiraine recognised, something new to her world but she'd seen Siuan twirl it recently. It was small and silver with carvings around each side.

'It's a dreidel.'

'It's a Jewish thing?'

Moiraine confirmed that it was so.

'You play with it.'

'This is normal to play with?' He checked.

'Yes, on Channukah.'

'There's a festival you specifically use this for?' He checked.

'Yes.'

She couldn't see the problem. He floundered.

'I'm not used to this sort of thing. It's a very personal item to give.'

Moiraine frowned.

'It's just a game. You twirl it, gamble on it. It's sociable.'

'But between two people?' He checked.

'You can do but it's usually played within a group.'

'You and Siuan do that?'

'Well I tried. You know Siuan. Any opportunity for a gathering.'

He looked at her curiously. Moiraine was the last person to attend such a gathering. Her devotion to Siuan was legendary.

'I didn't realise the two of you occasionally shared yourselves with others.'

She stared at him in confusion. Queried what he meant. He had to explain. It sounded reasonable in his head. But not when she finally understood just how stupid he had been.

Lan's expression morphed in relief.

'Oh, that sort of game.'

'I cannot believe you meant…'

'I was confused!'

Siuan cackled when Moiraine related to her what Lan had thought a dreidel was.

'As if I'd give him something that small to play with. He's a danger to himself sometimes.'

Moraine worried that he'd thought that she and Siuan were capable of participating in an orgy.

'That boy needs to get out more' was Siuan's last comment, kissing Moiraine on the nose.

From that point on, Siuan's favourite party piece was to mention that her lover's best friend thought that a dreidel was a butt plug.