themightybosstone | Limelight Pregaming

You're not even a LITTLE tempted? Not even a smidge? Come onnnnn, it's all the Astrologists are talkin' about. The ultimate trip.

[The coffee, of course, comes first. The aroma is rich and deep, and the coffee served is cut with just a little cream to soften the acerbic bite of a late night brew into a mellow smoothness to go down easy.

He tried to do a little cat face in the latte art. As usual, it just falls short of good into cartoonishly recognizable.]

You sunbeams and your ~it's all about the journey not the destination~

[Watching his latte art technique, even if it's less than masterful. Still a lot to learn from the attempt.]

Still gettin' the hang of the kawaii shit, huh?

It's different. Not bad though.

[This isn't a man with a lot manual dexterity. Landing punches has had its price over the years. And the size of the hands means he can't quite see what he's doing. Honestly, he's not doing bad, all considered.]

And this is my cue to go, improvement doesn't mean workin' yourself to death, buddy.

[He smirks, even if you can't see it past the mask. It's in his voice though]

Maybe I like the grind. Shark's gotta keep swimmin', right?

[The mask gets lifted up just enough that he can bring the coffee to his lips. rip latte cat]

...That a Guatemalan bean?

So you know I'm not gonna make a swimming journey thing even if it's RIGHT THERE.

[The ears perk up at that assessment, and the lazy swish of tail is pleased.]

Good call. Fresh roasted yesterday.

Good taste, as always. No wonder I keep comin' back here.

[...Doesn't ping anything though. Still, that was always a long shot. He can still enjoy the drink for what it is - a well roasted, well crafted brew.]

Hey if I'm gonna over charge, it should be at least the best I can get my paws on.

[HE JUST SAYS THAT, CHEERFULLY.

Brocade seems to be watching in his own way... And whatever he's watching for doesn't seem to be there. Then turns back to the griddle, there's a good deal of sizzling, the smell of butter, eggs, onions and potatoes.]

Picked this one up from a friend passing through. Thinkin' about adding it to the menu so you'll have t'let me know.

[Casually ribbing,]

The blend's worth every penny. It's the foam kitty cat that still needs a lil work.

Maybe I oughta be givin' you some pointers. Seein' as it's the family calling an' all.

Aint my fault you can't tell art when you see it.

... Though uh... if you GOT pointers.

[He flips over the delicious circle sizzling on the griddle, and starts chopping some garnish.]

I'll have you know I've been watching a lot of youtube tutorials. I'm basically a master at this point.

Oh it is NOT the same!! It is sooooo not the same.

[He twirls a plate on two fingers before setting it down. A delicious tortilla paisana is slid in front of Trey.]

I'll let you try AFTER you've complimented me on the excellent meal. So there's no hard feelings.

Sounds like someone doesn't wanna put their money where their mouth is. Scared I might school you? C'mon - whadya wanna wager?

[Thank you for DELICIOUS FOOD - the grandstanding can take a pause while he appreciates how great it looks and smells. Tastes even better, somehow.]

This, at least - you got down t'an art.

[He puffs up at the compliment, tail pluming. ]

Yeah, I know.

[He's just like this.]

[Nom nom nom]

I'm gonna learn how you do it, mark my words.

And miss out on me cookin' for you? Never.

[He scrapes the griddle and turns it back off to cool, and then leans against the counter, easy and casual.]

Anyways. You're going to owe me 20 bucks soon when you can't make a better latte skull than I can.

Bet. Gimme that milk foam.

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