[ isn't it strange how no major crises means daisy isn't running late all the time, breathless at every junction as she tries to balance a thousand plates? this sliver of calm is almost ominous in its serenity, but she's taking advantage as best she can. ]
Just a tea. I had lunch with Jyn earlier.
[ something simple, easily ordered via the cafe's digital menu; she gives him a hug that's brief but by no means cold before settling into the seat opposite. her hands pass a small box between them, wrapped in silver foil, an expensive futuristic luxury that betrays daisy's ease into a bit more bourgeoisie lifestyle. it certainly helps that her rent is absurdly cheap as-is, and only moreso split four ways. she's got money to burn, and people to spend it on. ]
Did you have a nice Christmas?
[ no wayward youths to corral into good behavior, she hopes. ]
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Just a tea. I had lunch with Jyn earlier.
[ something simple, easily ordered via the cafe's digital menu; she gives him a hug that's brief but by no means cold before settling into the seat opposite. her hands pass a small box between them, wrapped in silver foil, an expensive futuristic luxury that betrays daisy's ease into a bit more bourgeoisie lifestyle. it certainly helps that her rent is absurdly cheap as-is, and only moreso split four ways. she's got money to burn, and people to spend it on. ]
Did you have a nice Christmas?
[ no wayward youths to corral into good behavior, she hopes. ]