Sally Anne was already present, munching on an early supper seeing as Christopher had mentioned being home late. As the Warringtons could hardly afford a proper elf, Sally Anne was quite capable of cooking, but she really preferred not to.
So she sat at the counter, by herself, talking a bit with the waitress she'd come to be acquainted with. The waitress suddenly nodded quite pointedly to an individual behind Sally Anne and the woman turne her head. Another victim. She bit her bottom lip thoughtfully and then tried to catch Hannah's line of sight.