You know perfectly well I can't cook, [His smile becomes a grin and he strides into the café, claiming the same seat he always does at the bar but hooking his bag under the counter. He sits, and hooks the heels of his still-terribly-shiny shoes on the rail under his chair, and laces his gloved fingers together to rest his chin on them, watching Akira work.] Thank you~. Any exciting coffee news today?
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