[ Minato stands back and looks up at the board along with him; there's no such thing as gingerbread hell where he came from, so all of this is still a learning experience. It's been a really slow month, so that some nights, he's the only one working here, with nobody to oversee him still checking the recipe, or his lack of a customer service smile, or the way he nods his head towards one of the chairs nearby where Yusuke can wait while Minato starts up the decaf and pulls out the milk, molasses, maple syrup, vanilla, ginger, cinnamon, nutmeg, sugar... lots of sugar... there's really no need for caffeine, the sugar will keep him going. ]
Do you care about latte art? I can make flowers and clouds.
[ aka not at all. He's still learning how to foam milk too, but lumpy drops of foam is easy. ]
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Do you care about latte art? I can make flowers and clouds.
[ aka not at all. He's still learning how to foam milk too, but lumpy drops of foam is easy. ]