"Evening," Zania said, strolling up to the counter, flour on her hands. She'd been out long enough that their entire supply of pie had been depleted and now she was looking to spend the whole night rebuilding it, starting with the crust. It was weird to be back to work, but it felt normal, and the sooner she could get back to things being normal, the happier they would all be. "What can I get for you? Coffee, maybe? We have some." Which was a rarity, but it helped that her brother was growing beans in his yard.