Ilde scrutinizes both Nuray - a vampire? she thinks? in a donut shop, that feels a lot like the sort of surreal this morning has been already - and the selection on the trays, hesitating more over the important process of choosing donut than anything else. She points at some cinnamon-and-sugar covered donut holes, finally, “I'd like four of those little ones, and...a large orange juice.” A beat, because manners know no '4AM', “Please.”

Just because you don't have to say please for something you're paying for doesn't mean it isn't polite to do so anyway, or so she was told. Little things. People like it when you're polite to them.