"If it were me," a crisp British accent came from behind Eve, "I'd smash it with a knife and toss it in to brew while your base heats." The brunette behind her set down a handful of items on the counter and smiled at the two of them. She was medium height, dressed in a simple pair of jeans and a blue t-shirt with a white bird in flight on it under her apron. Her long, dark hair was pulled back in a braid, and her grey eyes shimmered with amusement.<br/><br/>"Sorry, right? I was trying to get your attention earlier, but I didn't have a group either and . . . well." She pointed a thumb over one shoulder. "The RAs said to join you all." The blond with the plate of chicken waggled her fingers at them, a little smile playing around her lips. "I'm Brooke, by the bye, and I have a suggestion?"<br/><br/>One lavender fingernail tapped the lid of a jar of espresso powder she'd set on the counter. "Add some of this to your base - coffee ice cream seems right for the Yankee palate, I'd wager. And maybe . . . well, have you ever had masala chai? Adding some chai spices, either to the ice cream or the fillings - I'd do the fillings, but it's a democracy here, innit? - might give it a warming, wake-you-up gentle thing."<br/><br/>Brooke looked at the other two, giving them a small nod. "Hope I'm not being too forward, of course. I'm shite with sweets for the most part, but I'll give it a shot if you need another set of hands on them. Otherwise, I'll throw myself at whatever you need done."