She’d opted for a lazy day, there were no appointments on the calendar and she had the emergency phone on her always, so she’d stayed at home, lounging around in various knitted items of clothing, a small army of animals scattered throughout the cabin. Swinging past the bakery, Nyx was in an indulgent mood, decked in her purple scrubs, sneakers on for prime comfort when fussing over animals that won’t sit still. The young woman before her was one person that she could tolerate, perhaps it was because they were of the same magic. “I suppose I should take you up on that then… Oh and a cherry tart if you have any.” She had an incurable sweet tooth and could never really help herself, especially when it came to pastries.  “Had many people through today?” Cringing a little at her poor attempt of small talk, she’d never been one to start conversations, this … this is precisely why she didn’t talk a lot.

The bell of the door chimed as he opened it and stepped into the cafe announcing his presence. Her bright and cheery voice was welcomed after the night. It was one of the few places in town he was actually a frequent visitor to. She was warm and caring towards anyone coming in and he liked she didn’t treat him like he was cursed. The Eclipse Pack was still trying to make up for the wrongs of their former Alpha, but many of Barton were not so willing to forgive and forget. He felt buzzed, more so than usual, the wolf that lingered under its human facade was unsettled and restless with the Full moon only days away. Sugar was probably not the thing he needed, but he had a full day of work at the mechanic’s shop and this would get him through it. She looked up with the welcoming smile and made the offer, he tried not to make a face, “I don’t really like bananas but I’m sure it’s great.  Everything you make is. Did you make any blueberry muffins for today?”