"Probably better than pickled herring for breakfast anyway," Piritta joked. She whirled away to her pantry where she collected a bag of plain and cinnamon raisin bagels. She set them down, moving to get the cream cheese out as well. "But that sounds great. Just the thought of someone special taking me out!" She grinned hard as she popped a cinnamon raisin bagel in the toaster and turned around, offering a paper plate to Cyril. "But I really did mean we should go out and about today. Like anywhere, everywhere. Like...all those little shops where no one expects to find anything, but comes home with bags. And the jewelry is displayed in antique cabinets with giant knobs. You can just walk for hours looking in windows with ice cream in hand..." She let out a wistful sigh just as her bagel popped up.