"Breakfast for dinner!" Mhairi chirps with a cheeky grin. "Pancakes, hash browns, bacon." she nods, raising a finger to list them off. "Well, blueberry pancakes with with berries and whip cream."
Mhairi nods, "Totally. Gotta have pie." Fell-flames flicker as Mhairi takes in the menu, "Breakfast is best, but it really depends on what you're feeling like. Their mac and cheese is yummy, and they do good pulled pork sandwiches, and other kinds of sandwiches to be honest. Uhhh..." Mhairi shrugs, like she said. It depends on what the Fairest felt like.
Mhairi blinks. The laughs. "To be honest. I wasn't even thinking about a pie crust. I was thinking cookies."
Mhairi nods. Willing to let the subject drop. They didn't need to get into it here.
Again, Mhairi is nodding, this time, understanding flickers to life within the flames. A girl with an amazing voice scared to preform. She could see how one of Them would be fascinated enough to steal Sera Away. Giving the Fairest a smile, Mhairi lifts a drippy fingered hand, and pats Sera's. The Quicksilver still falls, but it burns into nothing before it could met Sera's skin. "I'm glad too." she pulls her hand away. "For the both of us."
"You can totally try the Blue Note. It's a jazz club owned by the more mopey club director." Even if L'aire wasn't any kind of mopey, she was still a Winter, and that was the easiest way of telling a new comer that kind of connection.
"There is other stuff I'd enjoy doing." Mhairi freely admits, "Just...it's hard to think that I can split my time." But L'aire own the Blue Note, but she was also a dance teacher... "I just need to find something I want to do, and that'll pair with Edna's..I guess." Mhairi offers the other women a shrug.