Lena
Lena, ever gracious about food, eyed the beignets settling upon their table with astute relish, but kept her attention and focus on her friend. “Mm. I think we can probably all say the same.” She made no mention of most of her fellow Dragoons departing for other places; her foothold still grasping at the Celestine, gardens, and any bout of normalcy to be found amidst the world now. She surveyed the tea with a glance, and then meandered down through her own menu, striving to decide. “They’re quite delicious. A very good thing to try,” and she winked, before putting her own order of a ham and cheese croissant, with water and a hot London Fog latte on the side.
Mittens screeched and the Caretaker dutifully found a stray jerky treat in her pocket, before addressing anything else. “Busy as well. There’s always something to be done. Or look for.” She grinned a little more in that regard, perhaps to hint at her own quiet sedition, before snagging at one of the beignets and dipping it into the chocolate sauce delicately. “Is there a reason you’re in Stormbreak?”
Mittens screeched and the Caretaker dutifully found a stray jerky treat in her pocket, before addressing anything else. “Busy as well. There’s always something to be done. Or look for.” She grinned a little more in that regard, perhaps to hint at her own quiet sedition, before snagging at one of the beignets and dipping it into the chocolate sauce delicately. “Is there a reason you’re in Stormbreak?”
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