Breakfast [open]
It wasn't exactly morning anymore when Y headed down to the slums. She doubted anyone would care when they smelled the egg and bacon sandwiches she was carrying, though she hoped she could find people before things got cold. Glancing over and a little down, she smiled at Hew. Or at least, in the general direction of his hat, and the bouncing feather that keeps brushing her arm. "Your feather's tickling me."