There's a wry little snort. "Wrong deity." And then Bash heads inside, returning with a coffee to Quentin's specifications and a blueberry muffin. Because just a coffee by itself is a miserable kind of breakfast.

"I'm Bash, by the way. Work here, in case that wasn't obvious, but I also do reception work at an office building in the Up. Don't tell my boss, but I like this better."