"Hello, Pippa." Cait gave the redheaded woman her warmest smile. "Coffee sounds lovely, actually. You take all the time you need."

Mr. Beaker glanced up as she stepped over him, tail thumping steadily. Cait was fairly certain she knew his reasons: with a canine's instinct for a job that needed doing, he'd appointed himself Pippa's lookout and guardian while alpha male Rory was away. She bent for a moment to give the pup a scratch behind the ear and accept a lick to her arm before following Pippa to the dining room.

Relaxing into a chair, she accepted a warm mug and located the sugar bowl. "Is there anywhere you'd like to go, or shall we hunt down the odd, outlandish shops?"