"Oh! Yes. Of course." Her cheeks flush as she takes a few steps backwards toward the door. "There's, uh, some outdoor seating at a place called the 'Stellar Harp.' They make wonderful pastries and coffee. I'll grab us a table outside and see you there whenever you're ready." She'll wait about a half second for some kind of response before she flees his room, thoroughly embarrassed by how forward she was with him. Patience is a virtue, but it's not one Amelia has very much of, not when it comes to her family. Not in situations like this.

When Steve arrives at the Harp, Amelia will, indeed, be at a table outside under a heater waiting for him. There's a cup of coffee waiting for him, still hot given the steam coming off of it. A plate with several donuts and fruit filled pastries sits on the table, along with a menu for him to look over. Amelia's own mug of coffee is lukewarm, and still mostly full. A small notebook rests open on a table with a quill settled between several pages. There's blocks of text describing the physical appearance and general disposition of each of her family members written down, but she's unsure if it's enough. All she can do now is hope what she has is enough for Steve.