"I thought you might," Cissa grinned, leading the way to the little cafe and taking a seat at a small table outside. "You can order whatever you like," she said, getting Alyssa seated next to her.
Soon a waitress came by and asked for their drinks. "I'll just have water, thank you," Cissa said, then looked at her daughter. "What about you, love? What do you want to drink?"
"Milk," Alyssa stated proudly.
The waitress nodded and wrote those down, then looked at Neville.