Dora nodded, pulled a wand -- the cedar, not the blackthorn -- and then hesitated. "Would you mind terribly if I put my feet up?" she asked, hating to admit to anything approaching weakness, but her feet were already startin to bother her, which made her glad that she could do a fair amount of her work sitting down. Except the bloody money making tents.
Dora added a bit of lemon to the tea and that was it. She was trying to keep minimum caffeine but honestly nobody liked her much when she was totally deprived, especially given her insomnia was perhaps even healthier than before these days. Though that afternoon nap thing had turned out to be splendid and she lived for those few hours after work where she could pass out.
Her eyes were bright as she looked the cakes over that Melinda had brought out. Ah, having a baker who knew her preferences was grand. "Oh my, mocha latte cake?" she said, intrigued because she couldn't really have more than her one cup of coffee in he mornings. Though the orange zest... and cinnamon vanilla almond... how on earth was she supposed to choose?
"You are a goddess," Dora said. "However am I going to choose?" But she reached first for the coffee flaored cake, wanting to give it a go. "Ewan is going to give me such looks if I decide on more than one kind of cake.