(Jitter pushes her hair out of her face and sighs) You sure are a trooper, ain't ya? (Nods her head in approval and pushes her chair back) Hum, we've been chit-chatting for so long you've almost run outta coffee. You need any more?
(Jitter digs in her pocket and pulls out a mint) How's this? (Chuckles) (The twins enter the café, arms full of candy and a few small toys. They trot to the back giggling, careful not to drop their goodies) Ah, there're those two. (Yelling) Make sure you share! ("We will!" "Never!")