It is about 65/i>/span/i18C) degrees. The mist is heaviest At High and Rosewood/span>/spanDespite it being a grand opening the place looks more like its just open. It already has the patina of a business that has been here longer than its couple of weeks might suggest. Likely a hallmark to the 24/7 approach or the fact they only do a few things and so that wear and tear has quickly built up along with the distinct aroma of halal food. The counter has several plates of the offerings and bit plastic cups of ice water out for guests. There are pre-set hookahs with bowls prepared and Nadav ready to place the coals once people get comfortable. The levantine man seems to be recovering from some distraction and lifts his clipped and blunt voice “Welcome, yes come in. Make yourselves comfortable. There is semi-private smoke room down the hall.” he motions southward, “I will serve both rooms if people want to split off.”

Despite it being a grand opening the place looks more like its just open. It already has the patina of a business that has been here longer than its couple of weeks might suggest. Likely a hallmark to the 24/7 approach or the fact they only do a few things and so that wear and tear has quickly built up along with the distinct aroma of halal food. The counter has several plates of the offerings and bit plastic cups of ice water out for guests. There are pre-set hookahs with bowls prepared and Nadav ready to place the coals once people get comfortable. The levantine man seems to be recovering from some distraction and lifts his clipped and blunt voice “Welcome, yes come in. Make yourselves comfortable. There is semi-private smoke room down the hall.” he motions southward, “I will serve both rooms if people want to split off.” (repost for timing)

Sofia gives Nadav a light nod of her head and smiles, circling the food out on offer with an almost predatory gaze. “Mmm… now what to go for? Maybe the pita, could use some bread in my life.”

There’s a spot outside Aishia finds to hitch a horse up, despite the traffic on this side of town largely being reserved for vehicular transport. A little later, she steps into the establishment and is instantly met by the fragrances of food, which alone is enough to wake the little lass up some, pep her up with reserved anticipation. Tip-toes try and help her to some additional vantage, little as it may aid her, while her heads swivel off on a scan. “Hello.” is offered here, offered there, as in she trickles further. “.. I take it this room’s for food?” is inquired aloud, attention peeking southwards.

“I prefer the HSP, the one good thing to come out of Australia besides Thor.” Nadav says with all the confidence of someone who probably knows nothing of Australia… or to much. He offers a white-toothed grin to Sofia and picks up a plate of lamb shawarma and offers it to her. “Both room for food and smoking, just sometimes people want to lounge while smoking. Get a lot of tipsy people, roll around in pillows throw them in the quieter room.”

Sophie makes her way in, a warm smile gifted to those she knows, “Thanks for the reminder Eloa.” She says with a wiggle of her fingers, “I’m grateful. I’ve been dying to check this place out.”

Coming in through the door with Kaelyn and Jasper in tow, Eloa stops and blinks a bit as she looks at the hookah’s that are set up. “Oh… So it is one of those smoking places. Eloa thought it was for smoked meats.” She seems a little bit disappointed but brightens up to wave at Sophie and and Lorelei as they come through the door. Spotting Aishia too who must be the owner of the other horse that her horse is now hitched with, Eloa smiles and waves cheerfily.

Kaelyn follows behind Eloa giving the place a curious if not sort of cautious look around. After a moment she moves to a spot to claim it as people filtered in.

Eloa is going to stick with waving cheerfily

“We have shawarma.” Nadav clarifies to Kaelyn as he is holding one such plate of lamb shawarma in a pita out to Sofia but there are more on the counter. “If anyone wants more hookahs or a specific flavor let me know, I have more in back special blends even.”

Sophie says “I ..hah“

Sofia takes the plate from Nadav gratefully and says, “Gladly I’ll grab it… and will probably try the HSP sooner or later too. Thank you, and congrats on the opening, let’s see how it is!”

Heading over to the cushions with Kaelyn, Eloa steals a plate of falalfel balls on the way and arranges the plate in the middle of the cushions. She giggles a little as she has to smooth down her dress to make sure she’s not accidentally flashing anyone.

Sophie give Peri a smile, “Hey!” She offers a wave, “Nice to see you.”

Peri gives Sophie a wave back, “Hey, kind of busy though.”

Lorelei crowds in, looking more dressed for a rave than falalfel, or at least, dressed like this she’s a few hours too early and too sober for the setting. She flashes a peace sign and strikes a pose as she spots Eloa and, doing a little spin and throwing back her wild coppery curls as she seems moved to dance. “Hello everyone, it’s me, Lorelei.” German accent soft and musical as she bounces happily and claps as if to will the vibe in the room to elevate. She flounces over to the pillows and does a pratfall into them, sprawling out wildly for a moment before drawing herself up to a sitting position with the others.

Nadav laughs a bit as a rowdy group gathers on the cushions and then looks to Sofia, “Will you be smoking?”

While talking with Sofia at the counter Nadav comments to the room, “If you want hookah, just let me know and I will setup. There are about ten good draws each.”

Overhearing something, Aishia can’t help but chuckle, and finds Eloa saying something she must’ve considered too. “So I was.. not the only one.” she murmurs, just loud enough to share the guilt and shame of misunderstanding. She offers a wave back, inquiring of the Brazilian, “.. how have you been, Eloa?” Then, aside to Nadav, a nod is offered. “Good, good.” Time to find a spot, herself.

Sofia makes a curious little noise as she munches and lifts her eyebrows, giving herself a beat to chew and enjoy. Finally, she tells Nadav, “More meat loaded than I expected! Not a complaint at all though. I don’t think I’ve ever had it with pickles though.” She thoughtfully wiggles her head from side to side at his query and says, “Might not be a bad call, I suppose.”

Lorelei grins as she fusses with her hair a bit, plucking at her strunchie which isn’t doing much for her. “How are things in the pillow pile?” Blue-green eyes sweeping the group as if monitoring for good behavior.

Samantha smiles and waves to Peri as she sits down. “Good to see you. Hi Sophie… are you okay … I saw this morning… well… are you okay?”

Jasper says “Going well so far.“

“Pickles are traditional. It is a way to keep food good in the desert and also add variety so it is not just meat and bread.” Nadav explains to Sofia with an apprehensive look over the room and then nods, “More people than I thought.” and then he leans against the counter and seems content to just chat up Sofia until he is needed or simply chat up Sofia and ignore being needed, it is unclear. “How are you recovering, you look great for someone who was ‘infected’.”

Sophie looks at Samantha, her smile faltering for a moment before she picks it up, “I’m …okay.”

“Which of the.. smoking blends would you recommend, boss man?” asks Aishia, having found a cluster of cushions to claim soon. First, those inquiries are due, and she cranes her head up and around to look for something else. “.. and have you anything to drink with it?” A smile exchanged, she then opts to sit down. Feet cross at the ankles, and ‘flooop’, with sudden and cat-like grace, she slides almost straight down into a lotus on a floor pillow.

“Eloa – I have been well! Trying to learn better english. But is kindof hard breaking habit when speaking the same way for so long you know?” Eloa smiles up at Aishia, patting the cushion next to her. The women all seem to have gathered on the cushions! She looks over at Sophie with a frown when Samantha mentions something, “Is this.. the news about hester?” She asks softly, lowering her voice a bit.

“Physically, fantastically, way quicker than expected,” Sofia replies to Nadav with a wary little glance to the side as she considers the pickle a while longer, looking poised to take a bite. “…but mentally, let’s not talk about that now, yeah? It was a bit of a scarring couple of days.” She glances over towards the tables and then tells the shop’s owner, “Go on now, your adoring public needs you. You can talk to me any time.” She winks a bit, tucking into the pita once more.

Sophie glances at Eloa, “What happened to Hester?”

“Long, grim story..” Aishia warns aside to Sophie.

Eloa opens her mouth and closes it again, gesturing to Aishia, “Uhhh is in gossip but… Eloa not know anything more than that..”

“Oh..oh that makes what happened this morning pale in comparison,” Sophie goes quiet, “I don’t need the details but that sounds horrible.”

Sophie gives Samantha a smile, “Thank you. Truly.”

“By the way… uh who is the owner? Eloa not know him.” Eloa asks from the pillows as she glances over at the shop propriotier curiously.

Nadav is drawn away from a countertop conversation with Sofia and picks up the coffee blend and a coal in some tongs. “Favorite is the coffee blend, drinks is water. Ice water, slippery plastic cups of ice water. Until I get a coke machine and the coffee machine setup.” he explains to Aishia. He crosses the room and sets the hookah down in front of her and places the already ember red coal atop the tinfoil. There is one hose that needs to be passed around. “Personally I like HSP with Hookah the later in the night the better, earlier the falafel is good finger food.”

Samantha nods to Sophie and smiles, “You are absolutely welcome. And if you ever need to vent… well… I’m here.”

turns to Peri with an apologetic look, “Sorry about that… needed to kibbitz… I think thats right for this place. How has your day been?”

Sophie gives Samantha a soft nudge, “I’ll catch you later and, I may just do that.”

Sophie stands and waves, “Sorry, duty calls.”

Lorelei kicks her bright pink ankle boots out and crosses her ankles as she sprawls back to lean on her hands and sighs to herself. “Fa la la la la” She sing-songs, half-heartedly, and gives Eloa a look as Eloa snacks on Eloa’s balls. “How are things in the thift shop business, anyone sell you any haunted dolls or anything cool?” She asks.

Nadav additionally says, “I am Nadav Harari, the owner is good to see so many tonight… Was there a girls night at a bar nearby?” given there are not so many men in the room at the moment besides other employees.

Kaelyn stands from her seat after checking her phone a quick smile flashed to Nadav, “The food seems pretty great. I hope the rest of the evening goes well.” With that she checked her phone again and slipped out.

Shaking her head, Eloa smiles over at Lorelei shyly, “No although someone did still Zoe the cockatiel. Or let her fly off. So Eloa is not sure will get back unfortunately. For dolls you need go to Jakem’s creepy store.” Lifting her head up when Nadav comes over, Eloa smiles shyly at the man, “Sorry Ola. Am Eloa. nice to meet you.”

After some exchange of chit-chat around the pillows, up cocks that head of Aishia as Nadav relays his recommendations. There’s a chuckle as he continues about his plights with arranging a machine for other drinks, and she brushes off the matter altogether with a flick of a wrist. “.. What about hot water? I.. have my own tea on me.” Because that’s totally normally, sure. Guess it makes sense for someone who’s looking anything but ordinary. “Thank you. The coffee blend sounds perfect.”

Accepting the hose first, she inches a little closer, mostly looking curious to see what is ‘actually’ being burnt up. Eyes do skim over, though, and she shrugs her shoulders at the owner. “Don’t know. Last girl’s night I heard of was two.. or.. three nights ago?”

“Oh there was a gathering in the thrift shop but like not on purpose. People come for the coffee and just kept coming, Eloa guess.” Eloa gestures over at Jasper, “Plus Jeremiah and Jasper were there. So there were at least two men, enough to not call it a girl’s night.” A curious look is given towards Aishia though, “You bring your own tea here? What kindof tea?” The latina asks curiously.

Jasper says “I should get going, but the lamb’s so good.“

“Hot water I can do.” Nadav says while leaving the table and the shisha with a nutty and caramel aroma burning beneath the tinfoil where the coals heat warms it for smoking. Walking away a different employee comes back with a pot of hot water and several mismatched tea cups, apparently the staff do drink tea or coffee in the back it just isn’t on the menu yet.

Nadav rejoins the counter near Sofia after setting up a hookah and sending hot tea to the table, “So mentally. Yes I imagine the return of that poor girl was difficult. Was she helped?”

Getting up from the cushion, Jasper waves his hand before he turns to head out.

“Eloa – I hope we don’t need to go rescue them.” Eloa comments as she watches the man walk out, “Apparently there is a hunt or something organised.” She lets out a breath and settles her feet out infront of her.

Samantha chuckles to Lorelei I think its a girls night if we just head out with all girls… hopefully there will be a few men where we go to.

Lorelei makes an face at the idea of a stolen pet. “I did hear something about that. I hope the bird turns back up. Very upsetting.” She digs her phone out of her tube top and sends off a few texts and frowns to herself about something.

“She exploded.” Sofia says bluntly, matter-of-factly back to Nadav, seemingly on autopilot. Her expression drops a bit, and she frowns, lips wiggling from side to side. “I ah… this is probably not conversation you want while people are eating. I’ll tell you after the event, for the sake of decorum.”

Samantha stops with her lamb halfway to her mouth, the sudden quiet in the place letting everyone hear Sofia. “Oh, yeah… its horrible. The poor woman deserved so much better.”

“Own mix.” relays Aishia, ‘helpfully’. “.. Don’t think the herbs have names in your world.” She uses that hose in her hand, giving a tap against the hip with it where, fastened to some suede belts, a few pouches dangle. “I tend to carry some. There’s hardly a chance they’ll pour it anywhere in town. Especially with… all of Killgrove’s businesses suddenly being bought up, and.. I worry.. not to open up a tea shop, or anything like from my home.”

Helpless, those shoulders give way to another little shrug, but then it’s time to forget about those concerns. In the first toke comes, though as she exhales there’s an almost impossible amount of redolent smoke pouring from her, nostrils first and lips next. A second toke follows, almost perfectly timed when the store attendants come and bring over a kettle. Quiet applause, excitement evident however restrained, and she offers the hose to Eloa. “.. Do you not bring your own spices to food places, Eloa? Brasil has lovely food I am told, no?”

Sofia makes an expression wavering somewhere between sympathetic and sad back to Samantha, averting her eyes and saying, “I wish I could have done more, but…”

Nadav looks off to the side at the commentary and then to Sofia looking away. There is a grimace and a sympathetic look as he slides one of the HSP plates towards her. “Nothing says regret like carbs.” he points out in that clipped cadence. “But I am sure all that could be done was, so what do you think of the pickle?”

The sheer amount smoke rising up from Aishia causes a flurry of blinks from those emerald flecked hazel eyes, Eloa shakes her head towards Aishia with a polite smile as the hookah is offered. “Oh Eloa came from the … salami and smoked meats.” She admits with a rueful shake of her head again, “Not for smoking. Eloa not do that stuff. Bad for lungs.” Her eyes do get distracted as certain people on the stools start talking about people blowing up though and her forehead knits. “Is that what happened to poor hester?” She asks looking between Aishia and Lorelei for information.

Lorelei’s long pink nails click and clatter on her phone screen as she scrunches her nose and locks in on a few more text messages, lips moving thoughtfuly. After presumably hitting send the phone snaps shut in her palm and goes back into her tube top for a moment, before it buzzes again and she pulls it out, giving the thing a blank look, then a long blink.

Samantha holds out a hand to give Peri a gentle squeeze on her arm. “Social anxiety?”

“I like them, they work,” Sofia says back to Nadav simply. “I think I’ve had other pickled veggies at different Halal style places but never pickles themselves. Though it’s been on the menu. I’ll have to reconsider in future next time I do one of those build your own things!”

Lorelei glances up again and answers. “I never really had known Hester, I think I saw her milling around when we were busting up that werewolf den once, and then at a lecture she was wrapped up like a mummy. But she was close to some of my friends so I suppose I should have liked her. Hmm.” She glances at her phone again, then up. “Well, seems half Court business half private, not any sort of thing to share I think.” she attempts to put her phone away again, though this might be futile.

“So. Time travel backwards or forwards? Can only have one.” Nadav clarifies to Sofia picking up a game from the tone of his voice while listening to those gathered at the other table.

“My answer to that probably changes depending on whether there’s a trip home,” Sofia offers back to Nadav as she gestures with the remainder of her pita casually in the air. “If there’s no return trip? Probably backwards, to try to change the tide in a certain historic situation for the better and avert crisis. If there is a return trip, probably forwards to try to come back and make the here and now a better place.”

“We know not if it was a True Fae, or a servant of one..” Aishia continues, after another pause to pour a cup’s worth of boiling water into a provided cup. “.. Am not sure who finished the movie. Attempted to. It wasn’t good enough. But, then again, it likely.. never would be. Such are a Fae’s games and challenges.. A last taunt, and it..” This sentence, she does not finish. Instead, she nods her head once, Puts her hands together, then expands them outwards with a soft ‘poof’ sound to mimic an explosion. “.. We are certain some bargains were made long before. Hester was bandaged for a reason. A sickness of sorts. Probably.. uncurable. A curse, perhaps. A contract was mentioned none of us heard of. One that was.. terminated, somehow, and it told us that when a contract is terminated, so too should the contractee be. That is the last we know. Heard..”

A grim pause. “Saw.”

“Kill Hitler or save Ghandi?” Nadav moves right along without informing Sofia of whether it was a two-way trip or not. He picks at the falafel balls ripping one in half and then nibbling on it.

Aishia says “I have not sensed its coming yet. We should be safe tonight.“

Up a hand comes, touching at the side of her head, at her ear, before Aishia speaks into an earpiece she must’ve activated.

Sofia eyes back towards Aishia grimly, as if she knows quite a lot on this topic now, but purses her lips rather than say anything, her brow knit worriedly. She seems happy for the distraction from Nadav and says, without much of a second though, “Kill Hitler.” And then furrowing her brow, she adds, “Gandhi plaid his role at that point, for the most part. And… well, the partition had just happened, and I don’t know if he could have really… made things too too much better after what had just transpired. Maybe though.” She purses her lips. “Saving MLK might have been the more interesting take just from what ripples it would have caused.”

Sofia says “Cause comparatively he was so much younger and could have had such an outsized impact.“

Sofia probably said played and not plaid, or maybe she was just imagining Gandhi in a kilt, who knows?

Lorelei perks up a little from distracting phone stuff and straightens up on her pillow, drawing long legs in to cross criss apple sausages. “I’ve been fine, you know. Maintaining an enigmatic lifestyle. Staying in and out of trouble. Self care, degradation.” She winds some coppery curls around her fingertips as she considers perhaps a more serious answer. She looks Eloa over pensively.

“I think given American media, some people have to die heroes before they are inevitably villianized for being imperfect.” Nadav suggests in a clipped and blunt delivery. There is a look towards the gathered table and calls out, “How is Hookah and food, does anyone want anything else, have many flavors.”

“What is… en…eniga…matic mean?” Eloa asks Lorelei with a little squint, the latina’s english not quite so good with the fancy words as she reaches over to snag a HSP. Opening it to reveal the meat ontop of thick cut fries, Eloa picks up a fry with her fingertips delicately and pops it into her mouth.

Samantha nods to Peri “Okay… well drive safe. It was good hanging out with you.”

About to wave at the departing woman, Eloa doesn’t even get a chance! Smiling over at Samantha, Eloa asks, “She a close friend? Eloa not sure where seen her around.”

Samantha glances to Eloa, “Um… not especially close really. We have hung out a few times… kinda clicked. She is a student at Windermere. You may have seen her around campus.”

Up comes a hose, the same one Aishia has been leisurely toking from, with whom she waves at the shopkeep. “It’s a good one! I’ll have to try the watermelon next time!” A chuckle later. “.. and I think the food’s much-enjoyed, too. The.. uhh.. shredded meat’s almost all eaten already.”

“Oh that must be where.” Eloa nods, seeming convinced as she looks around for a fork or something to eat her HSP with.

Samantha dusts herself off and picks up her dishes and trash. With a look to Nadav she smiles and says “Well… this was lovely… I really quite enjoyed the lamb… but maybe a few samosas? Those are such a guilty pleasure.”

“Maybe will do rotating menu. If anyone want, I can pack hookah bowl to go if you have hookah at home. If you want to take Hookah these are meant to be given away.” Nadav says to those that look like they might be departing before turning his attention back to Sofia

Samantha looks nervous at the howling as she starts to stand up. “It was nice seeing you again Eloa… see you at work.”

“Thank you for hosting Mister Nadav. The falafels were great. And this um… what you call it? meat pack? Is very tasty.” Eloa looks around as people start to dust themselves off a bit and then winces at the howling again.

Eloa says “Alright take care Sammie see you at work“

Sofia offers a lazy little wave to someone. “Catch you around!”

“Can I take an order of watermelon home, then?” comes from Aishia, popping up her head after the last few tokes of the coffee blend, again, have the area around her billowing in clouds of fragrant smoke. There’s a bit of fishing around through pouches before she flips out a wad of cash, all neatly folded up and clipped. “.. Most fruit flavours are always going to be a hit. Except for apple.” Wow. The undeserved shade.

Sofia leans her cheek into her palm and watches at the place chill out a bit, the evening winding on. She quirks a smirk over to Aishia and repeats a corrupted little nursery rhyme. “Apples, apples, they’re bad for your eye, the more you eat, the more you die.”

“Double apple is like the french vanilla of shisha for Americans.” Nadav counters Aishia and then moves to take the bowl of a watermelon blend off and begin to pack it up before clarifying, “You want whole hookah or just the bowl for watermelon?”

“Just the bowl. We have our own..” Aishia answers, fingers wiggling at the hookah. “.. smoke pipes. Almost alike. More hoses. Bigger. But.. we do make completely different blends, so I will have to try all of them here at some point.” She nods, decidedly, and up she rises with easy grace. Another impossibly long trail of smoke is vented out, as she makes from the cushions to the counter, and offers out the payment to Nadav.

But then up her brow does quirk, and Sofia earns herself a giggle. “Whoever thought up that rhyme knows me too well.. Even a slice or two makes my throat itch..”

Nadav finishes wrapping up just the bowl and walks over to hand it to Aishia, “I have special blends, but they hit much stronger.”

“I’d try to explain who made that rhyme,” Sofia supposes to Aishia with amusement, “But it would take way too long and you’d still be confused.”

Giving Sofia a smile at the clever rhyme that doesn’t even quite like what she expected, Eloa turns to Lorelei and spreads out on teh pillows now that there are less people and more free pillows. “Sometime we should hang Lori, want get to know you better.”

“Clever.” Aishia notes. “.. Ours have that benefit, too. Plants from practically.. magical worlds make for.. interesting products. And I just happen to know how to grow and mix them.” She gives a shameless, albeit somewhat modest, smirk. A ‘thank you’ is extended when money is exchanged for wares, though she then steers her attention to that bordering room in the south. Lips purse, thoughts hovering, with Sofia pulling her out of the random think-train. And to her words, the lass can’t help but sheepishly smile. “Probably.. Is it one of the Disneys? I have seen two of them by now. They.. do like their rhymes and songs. And they -are- catchy.”

“A skit from Sir Millard Mulch’s three CD philosophical progressive rock magnum opus entitled ‘How to Sell the Whole Fucking Universe to Everybody… Once and For All,’ which is entitled, ‘Cap’n Jack’s Straight to the Can Applefish.'” Sofia delivers this information to Aishia straight faced and matter-of-factly as if she’s not stringing random words together out of her ass and this is a real thing. “It’s… not a you being a Wildling thing, it’s a me having esoteric musical tastes thing,” she adds with a little wink.

Nadav stares at Sofia like she is speaking Wildling.

Nadav says “That cannot be real.“

Sofia pulls up some albums on youtube music and shows it off to Nadav. All the songs have views in the low hundreds or so. “I mean… it’s a good listen.”

Sofia says “At one point he makes a threequel to Rush’s Hemispheres entitled Hermes which I’m particularly fond of. It’s sixteen minutes long. Oh, and the third CD is invisible.“

Well. Can’t say Aishia hadn’t been warned. Disney would have been an answer that could’ve left her mildly confused. But the one she got, instead, leaves her speechless. Those are words, indeed, and quite a lot of them. And it’s safe to assume very few of them stuck. But one thing she does manage to draw from it is that it -is- music, and music’s appreciated. “.. To me, that sounds like a knight or lord from Westrend. But I wager he is.. very much not. To them, rock is probably what it is to me. Stone.” she shares and confesses, waving here and there – as if that adds anything to what she’s saying. “.. and I bet the instruments used are more interesting than their lutes and flutes.”

She tucks the packaged bowl against her side, free hand lifted to wave farewells around. “I’d stay longer. But it is a Sunday. Early caravan to ride along tomorrow, sadly.. but until next.”

Nadav lifts a hand to Aishia and then comments, “I do not think I actually got her name.” and then to Sofia, “I bet you listen to Roundabout on loop sometimes.”

Eloa waves at Aishia, “Take care Aishia. See you around. Let Eloa know if you want take hunting sometime.” She calls out sleepily from the pillows.

Sofia smiles gently and dips her head back to Aishia, wiggling her fingers. “Have a nice ride, catch you around, Aishia!” She seems to say the name for Nadav’s benefit, before glancing back to Nadav and saying, “I listen to the full albums mostly, got most of that era of Yes, yeah.”

“Can do. Though.. I find myself hunting less, these days.. The risk’s just.. hardly worth the effort.” Aishia mentions to Eloa, a look spared door-wards. “.. and people are.. busy as is, with rescues. I have yet to fall in the mist, and I do not aim to add my first tally to my track record.”

Nadav looks at Eloa and Lorelei across the room and then Sofia, “Would any of you ladies like to take a hookah or two home or one of the special blends maybe?”

Putting her hands up, Eloa shakes her head, “Eloa should probably go home. Thank you for the offer but.. not into smoking things into lungs. Very bad for lungs.” The nurse gets up from the pillow a little shakily after lying there for so long. “Nice meet you.”

“I have no such apple aversion so I was considering that,” Sofia muses curiously to Nadav. “But honestly I think the Pomegranate Spice one sounds a little more interesting, flavor-wise.”