Once a week, you and Sabrina ate lunch together with her wee miscreants, sometimes at your cafe, and sometimes at another place.
You check in on her daily to make sure she's eaten, since she has a habit working without a break. Most of the time she hasn't, so you bring a snack just in case.
During her forced breaks, you would sit together on the ground and talk about today's happenings.
"I had a real sore loser today."
"Yeah, they came over to the cafe after and heckled me over 30 poke." Inside her gym was always neat, no scuffs or trash on the floor, and that was the way she liked it.
It was where she spent all of her waking time, after all.