Sunshine holds the door open for them to pass through into the warmth of the bar room, and lets Matt take the becatted box back towards the front door.
By the time Matt comes back, there'll be a generously-sized mug of coffee ("Bar, a mug of citrus-lavender tea for me, and a cup of coffee fixed how Matt likes it, please,") for him, and a small plate with a couple of layered mocha brownies on it, smelling of dark chocolate, coffee, and irish cream icing.
Because she is who she is, even if she's also sometimes something else.
"...I figured one can't just have coffee with nothing to go with it," Sunshine says by way of greeting as he returns. Her almost apologetic tone holds a wry smile.
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By the time Matt comes back, there'll be a generously-sized mug of coffee ("Bar, a mug of citrus-lavender tea for me, and a cup of coffee fixed how Matt likes it, please,") for him, and a small plate with a couple of layered mocha brownies on it, smelling of dark chocolate, coffee, and irish cream icing.
Because she is who she is, even if she's also sometimes something else.
"...I figured one can't just have coffee with nothing to go with it," Sunshine says by way of greeting as he returns. Her almost apologetic tone holds a wry smile.