"You bet your buns it is," Starling smiled, wiping her hands off on the dish towel hanging from her apron. She'd been rolling out a crust for a tart when he'd come in, and there was a large bowl of sugared berries at her elbow. "I'm pretty sure we've got everything we need to cobble a recipe together out of our substitutes. ... You want some caf, kiddo? You look wiped."