We trade our fondness for "fair" for the fondness of Christ within. Our internal scales demand a ledger for every injury, but the "cup o’ kindness" is an ontological return. It is the scandal of the first pour—offering restoration while the front is still up. Love doesn't permit the wound; it outscales it. When we turn toward the "trusty fiere" instead of the rift, our rifts dissolve. Justice and Peace don't just negotiate; they kiss. We take the cup "yet," and we are finally