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Who: Ianto and YOU
What: Coffee. Americano. Espresso. Cafe Latte. Need I go on?
Where: Queequeg's
When: during a slow hour
Notes:
Warnings: Once your character tastes Ianto's coffee, they will be ruined for all other coffee forever.

Ianto let out a breath. The morning rush was finally over, the manager was beaming, and the supply of ground coffee had dwindled as the mess behind the counter had grown. Day after day, the lines out the door had been getting progressively longer as word of Ianto's coffee spread, and Ianto was now fairly certain people were going well out of their way for it. He'd spotted some customers he was sure weren't even residents of Mog Hill. If he ever wanted to take over Baedal, he figured he could successfully pull a Starbucks.

While it was flattering almost to the point of embarrassment, it was also irritating since it dirtied up his kitchen (yes, his kitchen), and dealing with demanding customers wasn't his favorite way to spend a morning. Thankfully, his co-workers were taking out the trash and cleaning the counters, leaving Ianto free to grind more of his special blends in preparation for the next rush.

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After getting in line to place his order, Sebastian sends Velcro off to find them a place to sit. Sure, it may seem a little unusual giving a dog such a complicated order, but Velcro seems to manage it just fine.

Ianto might recognize Sebastian from their very brief meeting in the temple. Although, he's dressed down today in clean, but well-worn clothes, a knapsack with the outline of a book visible against the fabric, and a dark tan from working outside at Hellsing for a few weeks.

Edited 2011-07-14 03:55 (UTC)

"Hullo," Ianto greets him, more casually than he would most customers. He does remember Sebastian, and is vaguely aware of him as another member of Hellsing, little though they interact on the job. "Your dog?" He nods his head at Velcro, unconcerned about having a dog in the shop, but rather impressed by Velcro's apparent level of intelligence. Then again, Ianto wouldn't be the least surprised if he only looked like a dog.

"His name's Velcro. I hope you don't mind? He's a service animal." Today, Velcro is wearing a little vest with pockets and a patch to show off his service status. "How're you today?"

"Not at all," he reassures. He's fine with animals, even non-service ones, so long as they're well-behaved and don't piddle on the floor. "I'm not half bad. A little bored, frankly, but I always feel like I'm tempting fate when I say things like that. And you?"