While she was gone, Loras guarded her seat. Funny that little tasks given to him by those from back home made him feel loads better, as if he was still of some use for something other than beating people up. He finally started on his sorbet. Shockingly, it hadn't yet begun to melt, thanks to the insulation of the cup it was in.
When she returned, Loras smiled up at her, looking all of sixteen with his sorbet and spoon. "I'm glad, then," he said, patting the bench next to him. "May I ask what brings you to California?"