Lysandra has a visitor. Ben finds himself whistling the tune she's singing, though he doesn't know the words. He admires the workmanship, then it's time for business.

"I wanted to thank you. For the gauntlets you made earlier. But the kind of thanks I offer isn't just money." Ben smiles a little, with a hint of ferocity. He knows Lysandra is a warrior. So is he. "I wanted to challenge you to a few rounds. Best two out of three. To keep things fair, I won't use any of my more exotic powers. I'll keep the enhanced strength and speed. That'll be all."

"Now, it's not a proper fight if there aren't stakes. If I win, you owe me dinner for the next couple nights. My choice. If you win..." Ben meanders off, then turns to Lysandra. "How about you set the terms for what happens if you win? It's only fair."