Perfect. She was in the mood for pancakes, but she wasn't in the mood for cooking. Not after the near all-nighter she'd pulled--
--which would explain the faint yawn she tried to hide as she got up--
--and all the work she'd done on Jack's necklace. Which was technically her necklace to be worn around Jack. Because only Zatanna could ultimately come up with a gift for herself and state it was for someone else. There's your magic trick.
"I know this place not too far from here. Blueberry syrup. That's all I have to say about that." Her jacket was hanging on a hook along the wall. Her pajama pants were dark and neutral enough that they would be...decent enough for public. Which was a good thing, since she didn't seem to have any notions of changing her clothing.
She did, however, take a moment to reach for his hand once more, hers still very noticeably bare.
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--which would explain the faint yawn she tried to hide as she got up--
--and all the work she'd done on Jack's necklace. Which was technically her necklace to be worn around Jack. Because only Zatanna could ultimately come up with a gift for herself and state it was for someone else. There's your magic trick.
"I know this place not too far from here. Blueberry syrup. That's all I have to say about that." Her jacket was hanging on a hook along the wall. Her pajama pants were dark and neutral enough that they would be...decent enough for public. Which was a good thing, since she didn't seem to have any notions of changing her clothing.
She did, however, take a moment to reach for his hand once more, hers still very noticeably bare.
"Read to go?"