Rondo eyes that grin with mock-suspicion, but he's still smiling, too. "You're laughing at me being well-behaved? Everything is relative, Jim. If you met my sister, you would understand. She's a force of nature."

The counter, Rondo finds, is less egregiously tall than most, though he would not have to bend down much to rest his head flat on the surface of it. He studies the menu while Jim orders, and asks for a smaller size of the same coffee, black. "I...would love to try those samples, though, if you don't mind, if they're not too sweet?"

He may or may not find one he likes, but the experience should be entertaining for all concerned.