"Morning, Tilly. The usual?" Much grinning as the door swings shut. "Mornin' Jim. Yes please, I'm parched." Fanning herself with a menu. "There you go." Thunk of a mug on table. "Mighty warm today, is it?" "Isn't it just! Why, I peeked at the thermometer on my way in and it was already ninety at eight o'clock. I declare, it's going to be a scorcher." "That it is. Never mind, the AC is working overtime at my place. Feel free to drop by later, cool off a spell." "Well, aren't you sweet! Maybe I will. For a glass of lemonade, I bet." Winking. "Lemonade and company are always welcome. I'll even spring for a cookie or two."ifactur">snort. "Oh lordy, what am I gonna do with you? Well, for starters, you can rustle me up that cherry pie I love so much before you go getting any funny ideas." "Your wish is my command, Tilly Hartwell. Two slices coming right up, hot and ready." "Oooh, you're just spoiling me! I could get used to this sort of treatment."