[She doesn't have to wait long. Just as Lightning tends to be early, Ignis has always considered 'early' to mean 'perfectly on time,' and so he walks through the front door less than a minute after she takes up her post by the door, cane in hand. The jingling of the bell above him is pleasantly familiar, and he smiles to himself as he inhales the intermingled scents of coffee and pastries.
Aside from the Hearth, this place had become something of a home-away-from-home.]
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Aside from the Hearth, this place had become something of a home-away-from-home.]