Mercy and Open
Mercy was there, of course, and she had made desserts like usual. She plunked herself down to watch the people coming and going - content in that part for the moment. She didn't have much to talk about lately, she'd been so busy with work. She stared at her fingers after a few minutes then sighed and looked up again. She was bored, and she wasn't sure why. It was a sure sign she needed to work less.
She picked up a half of a chicken and started picking at it, nibbling here and there.