"It's not," Rory said, refraining from telling him that the only coffee was hers and that she was giving him chai. "Here, this cup is yours," she said, handing it over, "and these are cinnamon rolls," she added, gesturing with the bag.

A weetiny penguin waddled in after her, making a lot of noise. "And I haven't named him, but this little guy has been following me around all day."