"The dough was rolled into a spiral, and the honey was like a glaze that was within the spiral as well as on top." She suddenly feels rather nostalgic, although not so much for honey buns specifically. Her mother would sometimes make desserts like that for breakfast: cinnamon rolls, popovers, baked goods that weren't honey buns per se, but in the same category. "If you find the ones you're familiar with, let me know."

"The coffee is stronger on your world?" Adia picks up the mug and lets its warmth seep into her hands before taking a small sip, not bothering to add cream or sugar. It's better than the free stuff she drinks in the Plaza, but not exceptionally so.