She nods, and slides to the edge of the seat so she can hold her hand open. The phone flies into it and she closes her fingers around it before she stands.

"And dessert?" she asks a little hopefully. The idea of sitting with him, a stack of waffles dressed up in whipped cream and other things, sets something warm in her belly. She's missed that in the time she's been here. The things that made Hawkins home.