"Good morning,Beatrice," Liz zipped off to the cashier's counter. "My normal for breakfast, if you're making it." Beatrice scowled. "Trying to run the country all by yourself, old woman?" Liz turned to her, kept her schedule handy and pretended to read a number off it. "I've got you covered." Liz quipped a respond, "Lawyers and judges are kinds of the same. Work will be there when we learn to put others first." "Bah." Beatrice appeared manager. "People who spin tales all day." "I assure you, it's not just a tale." Beatrice handed Liz her breakfast with an icy look. "Have a nice breakfast, Liz" Liz picked up and began to eat her breakfast before heading to the door. "What is the clerk of the court?" Liz asked. Beatrice sent a reducer, "Sort of like a receptionist for the entire system." A bustling of town namely from the din of the diners was momentarily calmed when Liz exited the building with a renewed purpose. reestablish the status quo. Bring everyone to the stand for a new way than people had been. It was the only way.