"Foam," Farel says, his voice still neutral. "Interesting."
Amelia shakes her head a little and smiles wryly at the barista. His gruff, no-nonsense nature is always amusing to her, but she won't go so far as to laugh at him. The elven man is unlikely to take kind to that sort of thing.
After another minute of silent work, Farel sets out two coffee cups in front of the pair. He gestures first to the one on his left, and then the one on the right. "Usual. Extra foam," he says with each hand gesture. Then he looks up at Amelia and holds a hand out. The rogue obediently reaches into one of her pouches and draws out a small assortment of coins, two copper and one silver, and places them in his hand. Satisfied, the man opens a drawer beneath the counter and deposits the coins.
"That all?" he asks, looking at each of them in turn. When Amelia nods, he turns his attention to Caspar. "Enough foam for you?"
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Amelia shakes her head a little and smiles wryly at the barista. His gruff, no-nonsense nature is always amusing to her, but she won't go so far as to laugh at him. The elven man is unlikely to take kind to that sort of thing.
After another minute of silent work, Farel sets out two coffee cups in front of the pair. He gestures first to the one on his left, and then the one on the right. "Usual. Extra foam," he says with each hand gesture. Then he looks up at Amelia and holds a hand out. The rogue obediently reaches into one of her pouches and draws out a small assortment of coins, two copper and one silver, and places them in his hand. Satisfied, the man opens a drawer beneath the counter and deposits the coins.
"That all?" he asks, looking at each of them in turn. When Amelia nods, he turns his attention to Caspar. "Enough foam for you?"