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Chrissy has never cared all that much about her birthday. It's not that she dislikes the occasion, it's just that, for her, it's never been that big a deal. Growing up, her parties always had themes and decorations picked out by her mother, never what she actually wanted; they were always well-attended, but not by people she actually wanted to be spending time with. Tonight, though, is different. She doesn't know what Eddie has planned, but whatever they wind up doing, she does know they'll have fun. She always does when she's with him.

This is hardly the first time they've gone out, but she still feels just a little nervous as she gets ready. The weather is surprisingly warm, at least, enough that she settles on wearing a dress she bought during the summer, one that seems in a good middle ground between casual and nice. Her hair, she wears half-up, half-down, and she's just finished lightly dusting blush over her cheeks when she hears a knock at the door.

"Just a second!" she calls, hoping her voice carries enough that he'll hear her. Quickly, and somewhat haphazardly, she shoves everything back into her makeup bag, which she leaves on the bathroom counter, then goes to open the door. She grins up at Eddie immediately; then, noticing the flowers he carries, she draws in a breath, standing aside to let him in. "Hey," she says. "Those are beautiful. For me?"

"Yeah," he says, grinning as he enters the apartment and offers the bouquet to her. "I found this shop where a florist helps you put together a bouquet of your own, so you get to pick the colours and flowers and they help you make it look... well, not crappy."

His grin grows, because he honestly feels pretty proud of the bouquet.

"So... happy birthday," he says, leaning down to kiss her in a proper greeting. So far, he's tried to go the gentlemanly route, he doesn't want to push her into anything too quickly, but he loves kissing her. He's going to do it as often as she'll let him.

"Thank you," Chrissy says, smiling into it as she leans up to kiss him, her bouquet cradled in the crook of one arm. It's only because of the flowers that she doesn't just keep kissing him, instead reaching for his hand with her free one as she starts toward the kitchen. She has a vase in here that she can put the flowers in, grateful now that she both buys herself some on occasion and that she doesn't have any in her apartment now. These are, and would be, far more meaningful. He really has put together a lovely arrangement, too, the soft pinks her favorite color, the pale blues a perfect counterpoint.

"They look very far from not crappy," she assures him as she goes about filling the vase with water, letting go of his hand so she can grab a pair of scissors and snip the very bottoms of the stems off. "In a good way, I mean, they're beautiful. You'll have to show me that shop sometime."

Because Eddie still hasn't really figured out what he's doing in terms of college, he tends to spend a lot of his free time wandering. At first, it had scared him a little, walking around Darrow without knowing where he was going and not because it was unfamiliar. Those bats are still here. Somewhere. Every so often he'll hear one of them cry in the distance and wonders if they know he's here, too, or if they even care.

But it doesn't scare him so much anymore. Not since meeting Lestat, who is somehow scarier and still intriguing.

He doesn't want to think about that, though. His wandering had found him the flower shop and it had found him the escape room and that's all he cares about tonight.

"You got it," he promises, leaning his elbows on the counter to watch her put her flowers away. "Want to know where we're going?"

"Yes, tell me," Chrissy says, bright and eager, as she puts the flowers into the vase, taking a moment to arrange them in a way that she thinks looks nice. It's easy to do, with the bouquet he's put together, but it's something she's always enjoyed anyway. Still, right now, she's far more interested in him and what he has planned for tonight.

She doesn't always like surprises, but it's different with Eddie. She knows him, and while it may not give her a specific idea of what to expect, she does know that whatever it is, they'll have fun. She always does when she's with him, more so than she's used to with anyone else. "I wanna know."

"We," he says, adding a little flourish with his hand, "are going to an escape room!"

Not that he expects Chrissy to know what that is. He hadn't, not until he'd started looking for something for them to do. It wasn't a thing in the eighties, but he's excited to share it with her now, something they can both do for the first time together.

"It's sort of like a game or... a bunch of puzzles. We go into this room and it has a theme, the one I picked is London 1888, and we're meant to solve the puzzles and catch a serial killer."

"Wait, that sounds so fun," Chrissy says, letting out a laugh. She doesn't think she's heard of anything like it before — unsurprising, when there's a lot here she could say the same about — but it sounds pretty perfectly Eddie. It might well be her, too. Most of the time, she still feels like she's trying to figure that out, who she is and what she likes, but tonight isn't the time for that sort of introspection. She just wants to enjoy herself, to spend a nice night out with her boyfriend, and this seems like a great way to do that.

"An escape room? I've never heard of that before."

"Yeah, I hadn't either. Not until I got here." He grins, pleased that she seems excited, and that's one of the greatest things about Chrissy. Her willingness to try new things is infectious, it makes Eddie want to try new things and move out of his comfort zone.

She makes him want to be better and try harder and he's willing to bet she has no idea she does that for him.

"Most of them are meant for bigger groups," he says. "Four to eight people, party stuff. But this place I found also does rooms that are meant for date nights, so it's good for two to four people. Double date nights, I guess, we can make Harrington and his girl go with us at some point."

"That would be neat," Chrissy agrees with a nod. She doesn't really know Steve's girlfriend, but she seems kind of insanely cool, and what's more, it's clear how happy she makes Steve. The two of them have laughed about it some, how they've both wound up with people who would have been the opposite of what anyone expected for them back in Hawkins, and are both better off than they ever were there, too.

"But tonight, it's just us." Satisfied with the flowers, she steps back toward Eddie and leans up to give him another quick kiss. There's a lot that she could say, how no one has ever done for her the kind of things that he has and how much that means, but it feels far too serious. She suspects it would ruin the mood, and she really doesn't want that. "I'm ready if you are."

"Just us," he agrees, setting his hand against the small of Chrissy's back when she leans up to kiss him again. It's quick, but he chases it for a moment, leaning down, following her mouth and kissing her again.

It's still nuts to him that he's allowed to do this. That she wants him to.

"Okay, let's do this," he says, holding his hand out to her. "I ordered us a car, because I'm still a little way from getting another van. Also, being able to just order a car on my phone? Maybe the best thing I discovered this week."

The first week, it had been the ability to have all his music right there at the tips of his fingers. The second, a matching game with fruit and gems, and now, ordering a car. By the time they get downstairs, it's right there, waiting for them, and Eddie opens the door for Chrissy to get in ahead of him.

"Flowers and a car? Wow, you really pulled out all the stops," Chrissy says, grinning up at him as she climbs into the backseat of the car. She's been here long enough now to be aware of how easy it is to order one like this, even if it is still pretty surreal to her, but that's beside the point. No one has ever treated her like this over something as ordinary as her birthday. Of course, it also doesn't surprise her in the slightest how thoughtful Eddie is, how sweet, but that's no reason for her not to comment on it. He should know how much it means, and that she doesn't just take it for granted.

She smooths her skirt down with all the grace and practice of someone who's used to wearing short skirts and trying not to be immodest about it, angling slightly toward him. it's only a few moments later that the car pulls away from the curb. "You know," she says then, once they're moving, "I'm kind of excited about this... escape room?"

When Chrissy smooths down her skirt and shifts her body today him slightly, Eddie's gaze drops to the smooth skin of her thigh visible just below the hem of her skirt. They've been taking things slow, mostly because Eddie thinks that's probably the right way to do things, although he definitely wants to take things a little less slow.

He just doesn't want to seem pushy. And he doesn't want Chrissy to think for even a second that he only wants to sleep with her. He does. Kind of a lot. But he wants so much more with her than just that.

"It'll be fun," Eddie agrees, lifting his gaze from her thighs. His cheeks have reddened slightly, knowing she's probably caught him, but maybe he doesn't mind. "Even if we have no idea what the hell we're doing."

Chrissy isn't really thinking about the way she adjusts her skirt at all until she sees Eddie's gaze turned toward her legs. Even then, she would dismiss it easily if not for the way he flushes when he looks up again, slight but noticeable. Perhaps ridiculously, she feels her own cheeks warm in turn, her smile shy, but hardly displeased. For about as long as she can remember, she's been ogled and leered at and hated it, but it's not like that with him at all. She wants him to look at her, she realizes, and for him to like what he sees, even if she never has and never does. Cliché as it is, she wants him to want her, she just has no idea how to say anything like that.

She wouldn't do so in the back of a stranger's car anyway, too aware that anything they say can be heard. Really, there's no sense in even thinking too much about it while they're en route to do something she really is looking forward to.

"Not a clue," she agrees, shaking her head. "But who cares, right?"

"It'll be fun," Eddie answers and then he makes a bit of a bold move and lays his hand on her knee, below the hem of her skirt, but high enough that it isn't entirely innocent. He grins and leans in to press a kiss at the edge of her jaw, quick and sweet.

"Even if we're completely terrible, we'll have a great time," he promises as the car pulls up outside the escape room place. He's not sure what else to call it, the location they've arrived at, this low, squat building at the end of a strip mall. From the outside, it looks like just another store, but once they've climbed out and Eddie opens the front door, it's like going into another world.

Each room is advertised overheard different doors and he looks from one to the other, then points at theirs, down a long hall. "That's us," he says as he heads to the front desk to check them in.

The warmth of his hand on her leg makes Chrissy's heart beat a little faster, a hint of something curious in her eyes as she looks at him. It's an innocent enough touch, and chances are, it doesn't mean anything. The fact that it feels a little like it might is probably just wishful thinking. The fact remains that she is thinking it, though, and were they not in the backseat of a stranger's car, en route to do something that sounds really fun, she thinks she would try to say something, maybe.

That the car comes to a stop when it does is definitely for the best, and she smiles as she follows Eddie inside, taking in the sight of all of it. "Oh, this is so cool," she says quietly, half to herself, half to him. "How does anyone even think up something like this?"

"We're very bored," the girl at the front desk answers, grinning, because it's clear she knows the question wasn't really directed at her. She's wearing glasses, her hair pulled back, tapping a pencil against a notebook that Eddie only glances at briefly. "Seriously, though, we spend a lot of time just coming up with puzzles and then fit them into different themed rooms. You're... Eddie and Chrissy?"

She's tapping away at her computer now, pulling up their reservation.

"That's us," Eddie agrees as he settles his arm across Chrissy's shoulders, as utterly floored as ever that he's allowed to. "It's Chrissy's birthday, so we're doing the date night room thing."

"Well," the girl grins at Chrissy. "Happy birthday! The room isn't the most romantic thing in the world, but there are some jump scare moments. Definitely a good opportunity to protect this guy when he jumps into your arms."

"I'll take good care of him," Chrissy teases, though she's pretty sure that if either of them is going to be getting scared, it'll be her. She's all right with that, though. They're clearly safe here, and she's with Eddie, and she's pretty sure she's dealt with far worse than some jump scares in an escape room. This is just fun, a safe way of being scared, a pretty great way to spend her birthday.

Although they've been together for a while now, almost three months, it still feels a little surreal that he wants this, that he'd go out of his way to put together something like this for her. Eddie being kind and thoughtful, that part doesn't surprise her at all anymore. Being on the receiving end of it like this, though, does.

Pressing up to her toes for a moment, she turns her head to plant a quick kiss on Eddie's cheek. "Well, I think I'm ready if you are."

"Yeah, let's get to it!" he says, enthusiastic.

"Okay, so, the door isn't actually locked," the girl says as she leads them down the hall toward their room. "Because that would be a fire hazard. If you need to leave at any time, you can, but just be aware that's an automatic fail on the room."

She grins, then opens their door. "The timer will be up there." She points to a small screen near the top of their room. "We'll be watching the whole time, so if we find a clue is taking you too long and you're struggling, we might give you a hint. That'll come under the door in the form of a letter. Once you're done with any props, leave them against the wall, we'll collect them and put them away later."

She claps her hands and says, "I think that's it. Do you have any questions?"

Eddie shakes his head and looks to Chrissy. "Do you?"

"I don't think so," Chrissy says, shaking her head in turn. It's all a lot to take in, but she thinks it's the kind of thing that she has to do, to really make sense of. Even just a cursory glance around the room makes it look impressively, if dauntingly, detailed, and again she's struck by a quiet sense of awe that Eddie planned this, that he saw this place and thought to bring her here. They could have just had dinner and watched a movie at his apartment and she would have been more than happy with it. This definitely counts as above and beyond, and she's not really sure how to say what that means to her.

For the time being, they have this to focus on anyway. Being sentimental can wait. She shifts her weight from her toes to her heels and back, excited and a little nervous. "I guess it's time to give this a try."

"Good luck," the girl says, then shuts the door behind them.

For a moment, the room remains lit up, then the lights suddenly go out, plunging them into darkness, and Eddie laughs and grabs for Chrissy's hand. A booming voice comes over some kind of sound system, a little silly, a lot theatrical, and Eddie is immediately entirely into this.

"Dear Boss, I keep on hearing the police have caught me, but they wont fix me just yet. I have laughed when they look so clever and talk about being on the right track," the voice announces. "But are you?"

"I'm pretty sure that's straight out of a Jack the Ripper letter," Eddie whispers to Chrissy as the lights come up halfway, leaving them in the room slightly marred by shadows. Still holding her hand, Eddie goes to the first thing he sees, a series of numbers and weird shapes on one wall.

When the lights abruptly go out, Chrissy squeaks, a sound half-laugh, half-shriek, her fingers immediately tightening around Eddie's. It's scary, but it's a good scary — controlled, expected, not actually dangerous in the slightest. Immediately, too, she has to wonder if she's out of her element here, but she tells herself it doesn't matter. They'll have fun regardless. Eddie won't be disappointed in her if she isn't good enough.

"Is it really?" she asks, eyes bright with curiosity. Her own voice stays quiet, too, though she isn't sure why. There's no one else actually in here. It's just all very atmospheric, easy to get swept up in. "Okay, so I guess... all of these have to mean something, right?"

"Yeah, they have to," Eddie agrees, leaning closer and studying the numbers and symbols. In another scenario, like a classroom, this would seem too much like homework, but here, it's closer to DnD, solving puzzles, working out a way to make it onto the next level.

A lot of teachers have written Eddie off over the years, but his eyes light up almost immediately.

"It's a code," he says, then points at a small, locked box across the room. It's not immediately obvious, but under the combination lock is a series of symbols. "They match, see? Okay, you go over to the box and tell me what the symbols look like and I'll tell you what number to put into the lock."

"Oh!" Chrissy says, brightening as she realizes what he means. She bounces once in place, excited even though Eddie is the one who's spotted it, before she turns to hurry over to the box in question and crouch in front of it. Sure enough, the symbols she can see under the lock look like ones she saw on the wall. "Okay, um, it's a spiral, then three horizontal lines, like, one on top of the other, and then the one that looks kind of like windmill spokes?"

It doesn't really surprise her at all that Eddie seems to have caught onto this so quickly. Somehow it just makes sense that he'd be in his element solving puzzles like this. It's sort of hot, actually, but that's a thought she puts away for later.

This is already a blast and Eddie views the code, then calls out, "Okay, fourteen, forty-six and um... oh, here, the last number is twenty-three. You got that?"

He has no idea what's going to be inside the box, but he heads over to where Chrissy is, wanting to see once she has it open.

This is something he would have killed to have back in Hawkins. It's not really the same as DnD, but it's not completely unlike it either. There are puzzles and stories and maybe they're not pretending to be different people, but they're still in a story, and that's very cool.

"Fourteen, forty-six, twenty-three, got it," Chrissy repeats, nodding once to herself before carefully inputting the numbers into the lock. It's more exciting even than she expected, really, not knowing what will be inside or what the next steps of this will entail. For that matter, she doesn't know how anyone even thinks up something like this. She's never had that kind of creativity.

She can certainly enjoy it from other people, though, shooting Eddie an anticipatory smile over her shoulder as she carefully opens the safe. Inside is a square of paper, which she removes, handling it delicately, holding it out so she and Eddie can both look at it. "So this has to be some kind of clue for what we do next."

On the paper is a series of rhyming couplets, obviously another set of clues, and Eddie reads them silently, mouthing the words. None of it makes sense at first, but then Chrissy points out the rhyming words make a sentence of their own and Eddie hugs her in delight as they figure out their next step, then their next and their next.

For something he'd never even heard of before, it's a hell of a lot of fun. He and Chrissy spend a lot of time laughing and Eddie squeals in shock at one point, as he has to thrust his arm into a dark hole, and he's grabbed by someone on the other side. At one point, a fake bat swoops toward them, brushing Chrissy's hair, and not even that is enough to ruin Eddie's good mood.

"Okay, okay, this is it," he says, bouncing on the balls of his feet. "This has to be the last step. This is where the killer is hiding, we just need to find the key."

They're standing in front of a wall covered in keys. But one of them is different. It has to be.

While Chrissy is sure she would have enjoyed this anyway, seeing how into it Eddie gets only makes it more fun. His enthusiasm is infectious, really, as has so often been the case, and by the time they're facing a wall of keys, she's nearly bouncing, too, teeth pressing to her lower lip through her smile. Even if it's clearly set up for people to be able to solve it, she still feels like she's gotten to accomplish something, and has in fact been able to contribute more than she feared she would.

On this, though, she's stumped, at least for the moment. "How do we know which one?" she asks, quietly breathless with anticipation. With one hand, she reaches out, idly grazing her fingertips along the keys like that might reveal some clue. "There's got to be some way to tell, right?"

"Has to be," he agrees, scanning the wall, but something about the way the light glints when Chrissy touches the keys draws his attention. "Do that again."

One of them glitters when she does. Eddie's not sure how they've done it, some clear paint with glitter in it that only catches the light at certain angles, but when Chrissy's fingers catch it, it sparkles, sending little sparks of light across the floor.

"That one," he says, pointing to it. "It has to be."

"This one?" Chrissy asks, pointing at it again to be sure it's the correct one. There are so many keys, after all, and it would be easy to mistake which one he's referring to. She sees it, though, the way it sparkles when her fingers brush it, and she knows he has to be right. The others aren't glittering like that. With a rush of excitement and a sharp intake of breath, she carefully takes the key from its hook on the wall, then holds it out to him.

"Here," she says, her smile bright and eager. "You try it."

Eddie takes the key, gives it one last look, then inserts it into the lock on the door. It turns easily, the lock clicks, and as soon as he releases the key, the door swings open, as if it was built to do just that.

Inside, their imitation Jack the Ripper sits in handcuffs. The actor lifts his head and Eddie has to admit, the guy is pretty scary.

"Well Boss, it looks like you finally got a fix on me," he says. "But don't worry. I'll be out again soon enough."

The door slams closed again and Eddie coughs out a startled laugh as the lights in the room come up and the original door they'd come through springs open.

"Oh my god, we did it!" Chrissy chirps excitedly, throwing her arms around Eddie's neck in a quick, impulsive hug. Maybe it shouldn't be surprising, or so thrilling, when she's sure this has to be planned so that people will actually be able to do it, but she doesn't care. The fact remains that they solved it, and given that she wasn't sure what to expect or if she would be halfway decent at this sort of thing, she's beyond happy with the outcome.

Somewhere in the back of her head, she's aware that this is probably the best birthday she's ever had. There's something sad about that, but something kind of great, too.

"That was so fun."

Eddie hugs her back, lifting her off her feet and spinning in a circle. He's excited, too, having solved the puzzle, the whole experience and he can't wait to come back. Next time they can go as a group, he thinks, they can get Steve and Robin in on it. Byers, too, and they can do the fantasy room, the one where he'd read they have to find a dragon's treasure.

"That was so cool," he says as he sets Chrissy back down. Taking her hand, Eddie heads toward the door they'd originally come through, and the girl who had helped them at the start is waiting.

"Congratulations!" she says, handing Eddie a big sign that says We Did It! and one to Chrissy that just proclaims, WINNER! "Let me get a picture of you guys together."

Chrissy beams, holding up the sign and leaning against Eddie's shoulder as the employee takes their picture. Maybe it's silly, to be this excited about having essentially just won a game, but it's hard to help it. Between this being something so new, something they've done together, and a pretty thrilling way to spend her birthday, an occasion she's never particularly enjoyed, she can't really be anything but happy now. Somehow, Eddie just keeps being able to surprise her, except in the sense that it's not really surprising at all that he can do so.

"That was so cool," she agrees once they've handed the signs back. "I don't know how you found out about this, but honestly, I can't remember the last time I had this much fun on my birthday."

Eddie can't help but grin, even as the employee talks about how she'll send them the pictures to Eddie's email address. He's nodding, but he's looking at Chrissy, proud of himself for having been able to give her a good birthday.

It's all he wants. To make her smile.

"I'm glad," he says. "It's your birthday, you should be having the best time."

But he knows what she means. His own birthdays have never been anything special. Wayne had always tried, but it wasn't like there was a lot of money to go around, so mostly they got Chinese and ate together in the trailer. A couple of times there had been a small cake, too.

"We should do one of the group rooms next time," he suggests. "Get Robin and Harrington and Byers to come with us."

"That sounds awesome," Chrissy agrees with a nod, unsure why she feels something warm and tight in her chest at the suggestion. Maybe it's just the realization that they're all actually her friends — not as much so Will, but they're friendly, and Steve and Robin have become two of her closest friends here. She never had that back in Hawkins, not really.

Tonight, though, she wouldn't have wanted to spend with anyone but Eddie. She doesn't know how to explain that she's never had the best time on her birthday before — that the only good thing about it, really, was that it brought her closer and closer to being able to leave home — but she would rather just focus on how good this one is.

"And now we'll be, like, experts at it."

"Oh, hell yeah," he agrees. "We'll kick their asses, even though we're pretty much on a team and it's not remotely a competition."

Eddie is actually really good at working as part of a team. He'd rather be the leader, the Dungeon Master, the guy in charge, but he can set that all aside and just go with the flow, work with the team, when that's the thing that matters most.

"Now it's ice cream time," he says, taking Chrissy's hand as they leave the Escape Room place. "I found this really cool shop, they put whatever you want in the ice cream, then put it on this really cold thing and... okay, it's hard to explain, but it's totally cool."

"I mean, yeah," Chrissy replies, as if that ought to be obvious. "It might not be a competition, but that doesn't mean we can't win." It's ridiculous, of course, but that's sort of the point. As with so much else, it's one of the things Eddie brings out in her, his energy too infectious not to meet it with some humor of her own. Even on the worst, and last, day of her life, that was true; it's even more so now that they've spent so much more time together, her guard lower around him than it has been with anyone else.

She's still smiling, her hand still around his as they head outside. "You really went all out with plans, didn't you?" she asks. "Flowers, this, ice cream..."

"It's your birthday," Eddie replies, as if that should be enough of an answer. Honestly, he thinks it should be. When there's someone you care about, you do what you can to make a day like this special for them.

Wayne had always tried, but Eddie has never properly had it before. Not the way he thinks it's really meant to be.

"Going all out would be like, hosting a ball," he teases. "Having a catered dinner and a string quartet and dancing and all your friends in fancy dresses and suits."

"Okay, yeah, maybe," Chrissy laughs, nudging him with her shoulder. "But I don't think either of us would have liked that very much." She doesn't mind an occasional formal party — the one at Kagura was fun, for the most part — but something that fancy, centered around her, would have made her feel too much like she had to perform, had to be a certain version of herself. And Eddie, well, she's very aware that it wouldn't be his thing at all, and she's more than fine with that.

This is all she wanted from tonight, anyway. The specifics may have been a surprise, but just the two of them, relaxing, doing something fun together, not needing to worry about anyone else — that's the most she could ask for.

"For the record, I'll take flowers and an escape room over a fancy ball any day, thank you."

"You're welcome," Eddie answers, happy to have given Chrissy a birthday that she's enjoyed. "You deserve it."

They turn another corner and Eddie gestures with a flourish, saying, "I give you ice cream!"

The shop is cute, the exterior bricks painted pink, the trim white, and through the window, they can see the people inside making the ice cream rolls. It's cool to watch the way it spreads in a thin layer on the frozen plate and how they roll it up into a scroll.

"Come on," Eddie says, opening the door for Chrissy with a grin.

"Oh, my god, this is so cute," Chrissy says delightedly when the ice cream shop comes into view, all pastel pink and white, looking charmingly old-fashioned. Left to her own devices, she doesn't know that she would ever have glanced twice at the place, if only because of what it sells; she definitely wouldn't be eating ice cream. This is a special occasion of sorts, though, if only because Eddie is the one who arranged all of it, and so she's determined not to let her thoughts go in that direction, at least for the next few hours.

It's easy to get caught up in how good she feels, anyway, how much it means that he's picked things that fit so well with her taste. The aesthetic of this alone is perfectly her, and for a moment, the very fact of that distracts her from the sight in the window.

"Wait, that's the ice cream?" she asks as they step inside, nodding toward where the staff members are shaping it. "Those flat little rolls?"

"Yeah," he says. "It's cool, right? You pick your base ice cream, either chocolate or vanilla, then you can add stuff to it, like peanut butter or cookie dough or... mango. Then there's toppings and other stuff you can add, too."

Eddie feels like he's not explaining it right, so he just opens the door instead, gesturing for Chrissy to go inside ahead of him.

In the shop, the air smells sweet, but not overpowering, and Eddie finds his mouth watering a little. However they make it, it's pretty clear this is good quality stuff and he's excited to try it.