Blaise returned from Higher Grounds in good time, bearing waffles and bacon for Hannah and pastries for himself after the smell of freshly-baked croissants had proved too much to resist while waiting in line.
The house still smelled perfectly of coffee. It was almost homely, if Blaise would dare to allow that word in his vocabulary. Regardless, it was something nice to come home to. "Do you have the whole day off?" he asked Hannah, passing over her breakfast.