"Oh, I told her to," she replied. "And thank you, hopefully it'll taste as good as it smells." Her eyes fell on the sculpture, and she grinned. "That is beautiful," she told him.
Atlas had gotten off work and headed straight for the train, stopping off at a bakery to get some dessert to go with the meal. He arrived at the address he'd been given, knocking on the door and smiling at Thalia when she opened it. "Hello," he said, holding up his box. "I got some chocolate croissants, since Prometheus doesn't drink, and I figured you couldn't."
"Ooh, thank you," Thalia replied, pulling him into a one-armed hug and ushering him inside. "These will be great for later. Dinner should be ready soon, the chicken just needs a few more minutes."