Peter smelled cherries before he even entered the office. The orderlies had mentioned Mandy was back at work, and he'd only now had the opportunity to swing by and say hello.
He poked his head in the door and knocked. "Good morning, Healer Brocklehurst," he said and smiled. "Smells like cherries." His eyes drifted to the stacks of charts. "Healer Svindle doesn't mess around when she says she's going to put you to work, does she?"