Senna saw Ace sitting at the bar right away. She sharply blew a brown wisp of hair away from her face, stomping over towards where Ace was. She sat on the stool next to him. "Give me the drink that's most likely going to give people diabetes." She said to the worker, shoving a wad of cash onto the counter. "And then give me the snack that'll do that, too." She wasn't disappointed by her frozen mocha frap and a hot-fudge sundae. "So, have you calmed down a bit?" Senna asked Ace, shoving some ice cream into her mouth.