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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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"May I help you?" She's been standing there, Ianto noticed, watching people order, but not ordering anything herself. She looks vaguely confused, and so Ianto takes it upon himself to relieve her suffering, if he can.

She looks to Ianto, grateful. "It seems coffee is a little more complicated here than I'm used to," she says, sheepishly. "What exactly is a 'cafe latte'?"

"A cafe latte is steamed milk and espresso. If you're interested in nothing more than a traditional black coffee, we have that too." He looks just a little amused, but not at her expense. The menu is rather complicated to those unfamiliar with the advancement of the coffee industry.

"Oh, I see..." She really does normally take her coffee black—although mainly since it's a little more economical. Then again, here, money hasn't been an issue for her so far. And... she admits to herself, a little grudgingly, that it helps not to be supporting two siblings.

Well, while she's here, she might as well try something new, right? And a latte... actually sounds kind of good? "All right then—cafe latte? One of those, please?"

Perhaps she'll see if she can try everything on the menu, eventually.

"Coming right up. Whole milk or two percent?" He fresh-grinds the espresso beans and packs them tightly into the filter.

Apparently milk is more complicated too. "...Whole milk?" Jones hazards, a little unsure—although she figures neither will make or break this. And those coffee beans? Smell like heaven. Oh, it will be a dream come true to have proper caffeine again.