Re: Bryn and Kat
Her brows knit together. "The outfits aren't a requirement. Only a suggestion if the parties involved want to go through the hassle." After all, her's wasn't anything elaborate. If it was any other occasion she was sure she looked a hot mess.
Bryn nodded a bit. That maternal instinct had been shut off the moment she tried to bring someone in through a door, and had failed. And she'd shamefully admit that the arrival of Leif hadn't reawoken it, it was helping Dan that hand. She stepped behind the bar and snagged a stool with her foot. Climbing up she reached for a bottle. The top shelf. The good stuff. It was old enough that it didn't have a label. But she knew what it was. Remembered the story of how she got it. She hopped down and handed it to Kat. "Why do you need this bottle?" The need to protect her friend had never died.