perfectmatch | week three

Edamura and Serpilia are taken to a coffee shop. It's just a chill little neighborhood spot. They grind their own beans and make their own pastries.

Highlights

The baristas are happy, genuinely.
The place smells amazing.
There's some nice spots with cozy couches and armchairs.

[ah, yes. this spot passes his VERY RIGOROUS, VERY STRINGENT test. he inhales deeply the moment they step in, allowing the scent of ground beans to permeate his senses]

. . . this is nice.

[ Serpilia looks a little less certain about their date spot, but she's sure she can make her drink here tasty enough to be able to drink. Furina had already figured out how to make coffee the way she liked it, so she believes in the professionals to be able to manage it.

She does look vaguely amused at how serenely happy Edamura happens to be about the whole thing, and yes, it is impossible not to notice that this is a true blue Bean Boy with him carrying coffee around the manor. ]

You really do love the stuff, don't you? Oh--!

[ Her gaze falls on the pastry display case, and she's beelining over instantly. ]

[even nice fancy shops like this make sweet drinks! much to Edamura's chagrin]

Of course I do! Even the scent alone is enough to help me relax.

[it's funny, how he associates coffee with relaxation, when it is a drink with caffeine in it. either way, he follows her to the pastry display]

Do you like sweets, Serpilia?

[ A relaxing scent, huh? She can kind of get that, even though the scents that relax her are probably a little unusual compared to what most people would find enjoyable. ]

Sure, but I'm a Sankta, so--

[ She pauses, looking up from the display, and considering who she's talking to. ]

So that doesn't mean much to you, does it? Let's just say that sweets are really common and easy to buy where I come from.

[oh thank god she corrects herself, because he would not have known what she meant by but I'm a Sankta]

A part of your staple diet? They say too much sugar is bad for a human body, but maybe it's different for a Sankta's. . .?

[just. musing aloud]

Hm? But we're just one type of human too.

[ Said almost absent-mindedly as she decided which of the pastries she's absolutely going to be getting. ]

Either way, yeah. We're pretty well known for our love of things on the sweeter side. Guess it's kind of a stereotype about us, but...

[ She taps her finger on the glass over the jam filled looking pastry she's decided on. Seems like it's true in her case at least. ]

[aaah, that's right. she had said that before, hadn't she? close enough to human that their metabolisms are probably pretty similar? he isn't a scientist. he doesn't know. he can't go any further with that thought]

[either way, he waves down the barista behind the counter so they can put in their orders]

But you still like them anyway, right? There's no reason to hold back.

[ The angel dentists probably make incredible money regardless.

She grins at that comment, absolutely shameless with other people's money. ]

Oh, believe me. I wasn't going to.

Yeah, you're definitely not the type. And it feels even better to eat on someone else's dime.

[he orders a simple dark roast coffee with a simple chocolate croissant on the side. NOTHING TOO CRAZY OVER HERE]

You get where I'm coming from, Edamura.

[ Revenge for last week's ghost trick! Not that it actually bothered her much personally, but it's the principle of the matter.

For her part Edamura will have to stand there and listen to her order the jam filled pastry she just pointed to, and a sickeningly sweet looking caramel drink where she has the audacity to request extra sugar added to.

Edamura has probably stopped getting where she's coming from. ]

[. . . . . . . . . . he has absolutely stopped getting where she's coming from]

[staring at her once she is done with her order. mildly judgmental]

Serpilia.

Edited 2025-06-17 20:18 (UTC)

Hm?

[ This is not the face of a woman who sees any issue with anything she just did. ]

[OF COURSE SHE DOESN'T. . . . . . .]

. . . I'll let it slide this time. But when we get home, I'm making you a real mug of coffee.

Edited 2025-06-17 23:57 (UTC)

Huh?

[ He was just singing this places praises a second ago?? ]

I get we've all been going pretty hard here, but I promise I don't need the caffeine boost that much.

[and then he saw what they did to a perfectly good brew??]

It's not about the caffeine. It's about the flavor! I bet you can barely taste the beans from underneath all of that sugar.

[ She could not possibly look more dumbfounded than she does right now. ]

Uh-huh? That's the whole point.

[Serpilia. . . why are you hurting him like this. . . . . . . . .]

I feel like I just got punched in the face. . .

[DON'T BE SO DRAMATIC, BEAN. . . time for him to collect his own food and move towards a seat near the cafe window!]

[ Buddy, she does not get it at all, but she'll reach over to pat him on the upper arm in a "cheer up, buckaroo" kind of way, before he starts to scurry off with his food. She'll take her order quickly and following him, so that he can witness her commit further crimes against him. ]

Soooo... I'm guessing you don't have much of a sweet tooth yourself then?

[just ignore him, he will get over it]

Not especially. I don't mind it on occasion-- [holds up his chocolate croissant, which he bought mostly because chocolate pairs well with coffee] -- but I wouldn't say I crave it. . .

I can't imagine it.

[ A pause. ]

Actually, I can, it's pretty normal for non-Sankta, but I just personally wouldn't want to live that way.

[ She'll take a sip of her overly sweetened coffee, and still glances at where the extra cups and stirrers are kept, debating if she wants to add more. A small bone is tossed out for her considered crimes though. ]

I'll take one sip of the coffee you make later just to "taste the beans", but you're drinking the rest of it on your own. I can't do that much bitter at once.

[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.

[ Self-assured... Hmmm...

Well, on this particular issue she is confident and comfortable with her choices, and a sweet drink makes for a good drink. She's willing to try his bitter black coffee out.

... Maybe she can at least convince him to add a little cream. ]

I promise I won't even be that mean to you if I end up handing it right back to you after one sip.

[ Guess who had black coffee as their be-hated food item during week one? ]

[he will accept. . . a little cream]

That's pretty kind of you, Serpilia.

[he says with a grin as he takes a sip of his coffee. dark roast. . . completely black. . . just how he likes it. . .]

. . . I suppose if I'm completely fair, coffee is a pretty acquired taste. I didn't like it until I was older.

[ A small frown at that comment. Kindness apparently doesn't last but so long. ]

If you start trying to talk like you're that much older than me, I'm going to kick you under the table.

[ There is no table cloth. Everyone would see her kicking him. She's fine with that. ]

Besides, I know plenty of little old ladies and little old men who love things on the sweeter side still.

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