"You'll be coming back?" Echo asks, brightening. "You should come on a Saturday, we get amazing pastries from a local small batch baker on Saturdays!" he adds. "And on Friday nights there's almost always live music."

Fives rolls his eyes, but it's fond and amused, not mean-spirited. He loves his littermate more than anything, and he's just glad Echo's happy with his job. He's about to say something to his brother, but a group of high school students come in and Echo excuses himself to take their orders.

"This place is good for him. The owner doesn't really know squat about supernaturals, but he doesn't care, either. Just that Echo's good at his job and good with the customers."