Rose pushed the door open once more and stood in the doorway, shaking droplets of moisture off her sheepskin coat. A single glance was enough to warn her that Ally had been creative with her sugar again, and she chuckled. She had finally got used to that wriggly catfish; she might as well tackle more.<br/><br/>The little corner table,<em>her </em>table, was free again.<em>Oh, good</em>. Coffee would be a good idea - after the confectionery critters had calmed down.