"I've seen the way you glower, no one would dare go up against a face like that." Rosie laughs, flashing Eponine another bright grin before she goes up to the counter. The lack of crowd means it's no time at all before she's returning, carefully setting down a steaming cup of milky tea--a London Fog, they call it, which always reminds her a bit of home even if her usual tea had never been quite so decadent as this--and then going back for the rest of her order.
"They just had these delivered, so they're still warm," she says, setting down a plate with two round, sugar-coated doughnuts, a knife balanced across the plate between them. "One's got vanilla cream inside, and the other's plain. I thought we could share?"
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Date: 2021-03-24 12:14 pm (UTC)"They just had these delivered, so they're still warm," she says, setting down a plate with two round, sugar-coated doughnuts, a knife balanced across the plate between them. "One's got vanilla cream inside, and the other's plain. I thought we could share?"