"Cakes 're nice, don' get me wrong, but we could jus' do this instead," Zaivie says before knocking on the door with three sharp raps. She turns to Thomas and shrugs, offering him one of her trademark grins.
"Worth a shot, yeah?"
Of course, it doesn't even occur to the warrior that she doesn't actually have anything to say to this wizard if he does come to answer the door, but that seemed more like a problem for future-Zaivie than present-Zaivie.