"I have," Sabine confirmed with matching delight. "And beignets I can do, even without much fuss. They're surprisingly simple. And Great-Aunt Marie-Ange had a wonderful recipe." Of course, she'd been years dead when she shared it with Sabine, but that mattered not at all in this context.

"Again, it seems the beverages that lag behind." The coffee on the station was better than Moira's, but that didn't say much. Mog's Cafe though... She tipped her head thoughtfully. "I wager Maggie can manage something close on chicory. Mog's Cafe. You've been?"