"No." Danny replied truthfully. "I thought that maybe we could get breakfast through them. If that's how they work, I mean. Something... tasty. Would it be a guarantee, or?"
He looked up, blinking for a moment at the sight of her. Casual. Relaxed. His smile grew, and he raised his mug to gently clink against her own. He downed the remainder of his tea, and pushed to his feet.
"So, we go through the Doors and... that's the day?"