[ The quiet whir of the heater in the store can at least be some assurance that circulating air inside keeps the fog out. The music that's normally playing has been turned off already, left and right earbuds playing across either shoulder where Minato would sneak a couple minutes of his own music while there aren't any customers to attend to. ]

I have hot milk and chocolate syrup. I can make something like it.

[ He motions for Noni to take a seat wherever, be in at the stool in front of the counter, or one of the tables if he doesn't mind the fact that all the tablecloths have been pulled off and stowed away already. ]

I feel like I'm still getting lost sometimes... Were you going home? I can walk you once the hour's up.