[he takes one last look at her overly sweetened drink. . . and just laughs, giving a small shake of his head. these coffee crimes may have hurt him, but at least she is self-assured-- as always-- about what she likes]
Deal. [lifting his own plain dark roast to her in a pseudo-cheer] If it's brewed correctly, it shouldn't be that bitter. I'll prove it to you.
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Deal. [lifting his own plain dark roast to her in a pseudo-cheer] If it's brewed correctly, it shouldn't be that bitter. I'll prove it to you.