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Post by Loki Odinsson on Sept 20, 2011 19:29:30 GMT -5
"...one..."
His face twisted with effort.
"...caramel match-ee-at-oh?"
"You mean a macchiato."
"Right," he said brightly. "A great big mocky-a-toe."
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Post by Teja on Sept 20, 2011 19:33:43 GMT -5
Teja started to giggle.
"It's Italian, Lukas. Mah-ki-ah-to."
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Sept 20, 2011 19:40:26 GMT -5
"...one of those."
An adolescence spent poring over the darkest and most hidden eldritch lore of all nine realms, learning how to say ftagh'n with no less than three regional accents, and "macchiato" still evaded him.
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Post by Teja on Sept 20, 2011 19:48:29 GMT -5
After both had paid and the barista had made both drinks, Teja led him to a table at the very edge of the room. Because of other nearby tables both being full of people, they were forced to sit very close together, which wasn't too bad given that Teja was trying to think of a way to physically keep in contact without flirtation being the only apparent reason. Accidentally brushing ankles was a good excuse. In fact it happened twice in the first few seconds, the first time as she was sitting and taking her scarf off, the second time as she deliberately crossed her legs.
Then she opened one of the wraps because she was absolutely famished after work.
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Sept 20, 2011 19:52:43 GMT -5
He pulled the lid off and peered curiously at the contents.
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Post by Teja on Sept 20, 2011 19:54:50 GMT -5
Teja looked across at him uncertainly.
"....Lukas, have you never had coffee before?" She herself had been like 16 or 17 before she had, 18 before she'd had anything at a café, but that was still nowhere near as old as Lukas appeared to be.
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Sept 20, 2011 20:09:55 GMT -5
He took a long swallow of the coffee, which was undoubtedly too hot for a normal human's digestive track. Fortunately, Loki's digestive track never got that memo.
He looked quite pleased.
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Post by Teja on Sept 20, 2011 20:12:08 GMT -5
"Is that humanly possible?"
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Sept 20, 2011 20:14:17 GMT -5
"...I like this mockyato," he said distractedly, starting to stand.
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Post by Teja on Sept 20, 2011 20:16:33 GMT -5
She scooted her chair out of the way, looking surprised. "Where are you going?"
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Sept 20, 2011 20:21:56 GMT -5
He was by now excitedly demanding to know if everything they served here contained coffee at the counter.
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Post by Teja on Sept 20, 2011 20:24:31 GMT -5
Teja stared, open-mouthed, then hurriedly got her phone out and began texting Megan.
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Sept 20, 2011 20:41:29 GMT -5
He returned a moment later with three more drinks with helpful phonetic labelling on the sleeves courtesy of the barista.
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Post by Teja on Sept 20, 2011 20:45:27 GMT -5
Megan had been sent a text that read, "Omg megan lukas is so adorable that i can't. he's never had coffee before and he just ordered three more!!"
When he came back, however, she only beamed up at him.
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Sept 20, 2011 20:50:07 GMT -5
"This is brilliant-"
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