"Sunrise time?" Makaria suggested, her smile somewhere between hopeful and playful. She'd really fallen in love with tequila sunrises, and maybe it was partly just that she loved cheerful and sunny things. They were her favourite drink. (Well, they were her third favourite, but pina coladas and strawberry daiquiris both required blending ice and a little more work, while tequila sunrise was just three things in a glass. Three things that Makaria knew were already in the fridge waiting for her.)
Makaria didn't let him go alone to the kitchen, instead leading the way and then leaning against the benches to watch him. "How has your day been? No shopping for you?"