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[every_blossom_blooming]

Nina popped out of her seat when she heard an order called out. Inej had introduced her to this cafe that managed to blend breakfast and dessert and she decided she would probably just live here. Their waffles were wonderful, and if she was honest with herself, she was starting to fall in love with their French toast as well. SHe didn't know who the French were, but their toast was amazing.

Today, though, it was waffles. She got up to the counter and nearly bumped into another girl, reaching for the same plate.

"Oh, sorry," she laughed, realizing she hadn't even listened for a name that went with an order. "I thought these were mine."

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[every_blossom_blooming]

Nina just grins. "I have a trick for that. I'm Nina." She offered her hand to the other girl as another plate of waffles was put on the counter - this one with extra whipped cream on the side.

[hebeimmortalized]

"Jillie," she says, but she doesn't accept the hand. She's getting better at random touching, but it's still an upward climb. Instead, she picks up her tray. "Come sit with me," she adds, so Nina doesn't think she hates her or something.

[every_blossom_blooming]

Jillie wasn't the first person Nina had met that didn't like being touched, so she took that in stride and followed the other girl to wherever it was she was sitting.

"Have you tried the French toast here? I almost got that instead."

[hebeimmortalized]

"I'm not a huge fan of French toast, actually," Jillie admits. "Like, if you're gonna have toast, just have toast. If you're gonna have eggs, just have eggs. If you're gonna mix 'em together, make a casserole, or something."

She sets her tray down and chooses a seat, then makes sure there's room for Nina's tray. She grins a little when she sees the food.

"I can't believe we ordered the same thing. That's fucking epic."

[every_blossom_blooming]

"I think I'll try it anyway," she said as she happily spread whipped scream over her waffles even before she sat down. She settled at the table Jillie chose and plucked up her maple syrup.

"There were a few little places that served amazing waffles in Ketterdam. Only part of that city that made living there worth it."

[hebeimmortalized]

"Where's Ketterdam?" Jillie asks, cutting into the corner of her waffle. She feels like she's heard that name before, but it's hard to remember exactly where. Paul tells her about Fionavar sometimes, but he's so good about it: when Jillie feels like the lines between reality and fantasy are blurring, all she has to do is say a word, and he stops. It's reassuring. But she's not entirely sure he's where she heard 'Ketterdam' from.