"Cinnamon Rolls as Big as Your Head," she says, relaxing a little. It's that dominant Feed People gene - the one you need if you're going to survive in the restaurant business without tearing your hair out. It also means that sincere appreciation of her baking goes a long way toward getting her to like you. "They go quickly, most mornings. You're lucky there were any left over." Not to brag or anything, but her cinnamon rolls are New Arcadia famous. Or Old Town famous, anyway.

And hey, as long as he's focused on the cinnamon roll, she can peer at him a bit more closely without him noticing. Hopefully. It's something about the shadows that fall across his face, she decides after a few moments. That's what's familiar. Not that she's having much luck placing it just yet. Give her a few minutes, she's still new to this.