Erin is waiting there. Her saber is slung over the back of her chair, peacebonded and out of easy reach. The requested spinach croissant sits on a plate on the opposite side of the table; in front of Erin is a cinnamon roll made with several repetitions of 'extra icing'. The actual pastry is only barely visible.

"Evening, Dedue." Erin tips a small wave. "You seem to be recovering quite well. I do want to repeat my advice to see Tendi when you get the chance, but still. Settling in?"