Sunshine settles the heavy textbook onto the bar, and asks Bar for some ginger-lime tea with honey. The fragrantly steaming mug that appear is greeted with a murmured word of thanks from the baker. She wants the spicy-tangy-sweet tea to help clear her mind of cobwebs but also not keep her up when she goes to try for some more sleep, later. She is running on very little sleep, at the moment, and needs all the help she can get.

"How are you doing? You've got Bar in a mother hen-ing mood, I notice," she adds, to soften the directness of the question.

That the remark about Bar earns Rae her own bowl of hearty potato soup (greeted with a faint sigh) goes without saying.