Too many things bouncing around in her mind, that was the problem. She got snared on the details and fixated on those without keeping the big picture in mind. Which was funny, as she continually made broad sweeping connections between numerous things. She seemed determined, though, to forget other things, like her lunch date with Sam.
Sure, he could've let her miss it, or be surprised, but that'd be rude. One couldn't go around insulting their allies and friends, not and expect to keep them. Besides, he liked Sam and, since he was going to be around for the meeting whether he got invited or not, it'd be good to touch base with her. And double check to ensure she wasn't thinking about stabbing him. Or Ravan. The probabilities on her blade ending up in his gut were slim, but with the Chosen of Helm, it paid to be sure.
So, after leaving Ravan (and instructions to the house so he could find it come lunch time), Jasper hit the market. It wasn't a proper Jamean market by any stretch of the imagination, but that was alright. He'd already singled out the best stalls and begun work on getting on their owner's good sides. It didn't take long before he had lunch's materials ready, then hauled it back to the house.
The women were in one of the back rooms, no doubt with their noses stuck in scrolls and books. Maybe Ruve'd get one of those black swipes across her face - the thought made him grin and entertained him while cooking and cleaning. By the time noon got close, he'd managed to finish the meal (salad and soup served in a bread bowl) and get the place cleaned up again.