April's downstairs relatively early this morning. Sleepy, but breakfast seems like a better idea than sleeping, at this point. So she sits at the bar and rests her chin on her arms.
"Bar, c'n I get some chocolate chip pancakes please? And a coffee?" Said items appear in front of her, and with them comes
a couple of packages. April smiles a little, startled, and moves the food aside to open them.
When she does, she's practically glowing. She gets a pen and paper from Bar and scrawls a quick note.
Matt,
I love the gifts. Thank you.
Love,
April
P.S. If I can help it, you're never hearing those again. No worries.
Then she gets a couple of waitrats to carry her food while she carries the presents and settles herself in her favorite spot: by the fire.