Sunshine has been here before. Both in the sense that it's Charlie's, and she's here all the time, and in the sense of returning to work after an absence that involved all sorts of freaky shit better not discussed - not least of all because she doesn't even have an actual temporal absence to account for, so uh, thanks to the rift for that? Except it's not really a favor. This might be easier if everyone understood that there had been an… upheaval. If it wasn't - for all intents and purposes - all in her head.

She's been handling it pretty well, she thinks. Avoiding her mother is perfectly in character, so she hasn't had to deal with that, yet, and okay, maybe she's been getting atypically choked up upon encountering basically everyone, but she has yet to reach Charlie-drifts-absently-into-the-bakery-to-talk-to-her levels of weird. If she can get through her first day back without having a meltdown or twelve, she will count this as a success.

It's not that hot in the bakery - not by her standards, and she handles the heat better than most - but she's still feeling a little bit stifled. So she's taking a break in the little courtyard adjoining the bakery and kitchen, pulling in deep breaths of the late summer air and telling herself: it's okay. You're okay. You're home. This is good. This is good.