Kit had passed that particular attraction several times since signing up, a part of him mesmerised by the confectionary displays he saw through the door. It made sense that a witch had crafted the elaborate and mouthwatering designs. "Ariadna," he said, expression softening into a smile as his gaze moved to the box she held in her hands. "That's really nice of you, thank you."
Stepping aside, Kit opened the door a little wider. "Come in," he said, waiting until she had entered before closing the door behind him. "I wasn't expecting guests so you'll have to excuse this." Waving a hand down the length of his body, casually clothed and appearance still rumpled from slumber, Kit extended his arm for a polite handshake. "But it's a pleasure. Kit Turner."