He had to make one of the toughest decisions, honestly, how could someone expect this of him? Sebastian sighed, and finally, finally let out, "Strawberry filling."
Ah, yes. He did love these...pastries. Sebastian had no idea what they were called, just that they had strawberry (or peach, ugh it was such a hard decision!) filling and he could eat a dozen of them. And it was the perfect snack for his surprise visit to St. Mungo's, timing himself perfectly with Mackenzie's lunch break. Of course, he'd asked her five times this morning when her lunch was, and what kind of sandwich/lunch meal she was in the mood for, so Sebastian didn't think it would be that much of a surprise. But he could fake it and milk it for what it was worth.
"Thanks!" he said, taking the bag with the pastries in one hand and then the tray of iced coffee (tea apparently just did not keep a healer as energized as this kind of drink) in the other. Of course, Sebastian didn't have the best of balance, and the drinks began to tip over immediately, so he dropped the bag to the floor to grab onto the trays, letting out a breath as he found his footing.
He straightened out, then looked for the bag. Where...where could it have---oh! He must've kicked it, it was underneath that woman's table...oh, Sebastian recognized her from school, a year younger than him and Mack, but he couldn't recall her name.
"Excuse me, Miss?" he started, shifting the drinks in his hand as he came over. Sebastian didn't think that crawling under her table without permission would be the best thing to do.
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