by Miriam Bell » Fri Oct 21, 2016 12:20 am
Miriam walks in, the usual metaphorical cloud of dreariness particularly thick around her as she wordlessly orders a coffee, much to the confusion and then a slight disgruntlement of the barista. When she sees Wanda she tries to muster a smile, but fails and instead just raises her hand to wave at her slightly. "Hey. I... got your cookies."