Oh, Pippa. The server looks embarrassed at being caught staring, completing the awkwardness all around. Industriously she notes down Pippa's order before turning to Cait.

"The Curious French Toast for me, with a side of potato-chicken hash," she says, smiling pleasantly as she looks over the tea selection. "And a pot of Monk's Blend with that, thank you."

As the waitress bustles off to get their order in and bring their beverages, Cait decides to risk what may or may not be a loaded question. "How are things, m'dear?" She keeps her voice relaxed, indication that Pippa may interpret "things" however she wishes.