She isn't gone long, but it's a relief that when she does, there's no sign of that money pouch. She's still getting to know Felix's older, quieter brother, but she'd like to count him as a friend. And friends buy one another hot drinks, especially when they finally have the means to do so.

"Here you go," she says, offering him a to-go cup of something steaming and fragrant. "It's the café's winter blend. I figured it'd be good for you while you're standing around in the Plaza." Of course, he probably has a heat spell to keep himself toasty despite the skirt armor, but it's the thought that counts.