[ Eleanor frowns and shrugs, not really caring whether Rhiannon sees the gesture or not, and looks down from the menu towards her. ] You're asking the wrong gal. I think I'm more of a coffee drinker.

[ That's probably why. Why she works here and not at Java Joe's is anyone's guess, and maybe anyone else would have a better one. She knows the people here, at least, and they seem more her speed than the knock-off Starbucks baristas that served her her coffee this morning before she'd walked the few steps down the sidewalk to Go Ask Alice. Even something about the pastels everywhere seems familiar.

Eleanor shuts the till belatedly and glances again at Rhiannon. ]

Ugh, I would kill for a gossip rag in this town.