Henn was already there, leaning against the counter and chatting up the server like they were old friends. And they might have been, really, for as often as Henn came here, all hours, all seasons and with every manner of company.
She liked sitting at the counter because the seats were high enough that her feet didn't touch the ground. That and the menu, all fifty-some-odd flavors of it, was at regular intervals along the countertop. She hadn't ordered yet, she was still debating, really.