"I have no cherries, but the air conditioning is on, dear," she said easily, grabbing a cream-filled doughnut out of the counter and pouring him a glass of cow's milk. "We don't have goat's milk either, this will have to do."
She smiled as she sat across with him, at a point in her baking where it was basically just waiting.
"I've not seen you in here before. Are you one of the elves?" Her eyes flickered over his harp. "And a minstrel?"