[Oh, it's cute. Reminds him of the kind of place he'd find in Shoreditch where the coffee is expensive and he can't really argue with it because it's roasted to perfection and blah blah blah.]
[Anyway.]
[Eames glances around, taking in what he can on a quick sweep, and walks toward the bar to lean.]
Got any honey?
[Wait. No. There's not a single green tea he can think of that he'd put honey in. He pulls a bit of a face at what he's just said, but at the same time? He really fucking wants some honey in his tea.]
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[Anyway.]
[Eames glances around, taking in what he can on a quick sweep, and walks toward the bar to lean.]
Got any honey?
[Wait. No. There's not a single green tea he can think of that he'd put honey in. He pulls a bit of a face at what he's just said, but at the same time? He really fucking wants some honey in his tea.]