She fetched herself a glass of lemonade before she sat down, trying to ignore the coffee cravings. Sook smiled at the idea of Will dumping coffee over cake; something about it was so childlike and carefree, not the measured delicacy of Hannibal. "I don't mind mess if that's what you're worried about, Will. Anything can be cleared away."
She licked her lips of crumbs and sat back on her stool, humming as she listened to him. "You like taking in strays, so Abigail said. I think she included herself in that."