[ Fern has had to put up with this sort of behavior from nobles, so she has some familiarity with it. Though it's also hard to tell if it's simply the awkwardness of text messages.
[ — It might actually be a smattering of text awkwardness, too, because Jasnah doesn't actually reply further. She allows the conversation to lapse, having exchanged all the relevant information.
HOWEVER, on the appointed morning, Fern would find Jasnah focused behind a narrow cafe counter in a spit of a cafe — long and narrow and barely able to service more than a couple sleepy morning commuters at once. The espresso machine is old and questionable, and she's barely learned how to use it. Really, there's a true sense that this venue operates first and foremost as a dive bar overnight and these morning coffee hours are just to pad the revenue. Something of an afterthought.
She's finishing up with one of those sleepy commuters when Fern arrives, and a brusque nod suggests she recognizes the somewhat-familiar face and will make time as soon as it's possible to do so.
Perhaps she'd like to take a lean in the meantime? There aren't really any stools to speak of. ]
[ Most businesses in this part of Panorama are like this, rough around the edges in a way that matches the rest of the Pavilion. Fern can't help but notice that it does look more like a bar than a coffee shop, but Jasnah had already explained how it switches back and forth depending on the time of day. Not a terrible business model, given that she works as a motel that also has a bar attached.
Well, that's one of her jobs, anyway. Today she's coming off a shift at the gambling den where she's been working for months now. Beyond some tightness at the corner of her eyes, though, she doesn't show many signs of her tiredness. She's been on her feet all night, but she returns Jasnah's nod and then walks up to the counter without any complaint.
She does lean an arm up on it, though, letting out a low breath as she looks for a menu. She'll be sleeping once she makes it back to her shared motel room, but that doesn't necessarily preclude some caffeine. ]
[ The menu is nothing fancy. Think perfunctory cafe wedged inside a tiny Eurpean rail station — not that either woman has much experience with Europe. Yes, there's a Real Espresso Machine. But what's available is a very short list of very straightforward coffee drinks, listed in (inexplicably unaccented) Portuguese: cafe, descafeinado, cafe duplo, abatanado, cafe comprido, meia de leite, and galao. Behind the counter is a well-thumbed copy of something titled Espresso for Dummies, flopped open to a middle page. Evidently, she's been annotating her chosen textbook.
Being so very new and so very dubious at all this shot-pulling, it takes Jasnah a moment to finish up with the current order and send the customer on their way. But eventually she makes her way down the counter to greet Fern. ]
— It's on me.
[ Whatever she orders. Consider it interest on top of the thin envelope of joolies she slides across the counter. ]
[ Fern spends most of the time that Jasnah is busy helping the other customer staring at the menu as if it's written in a language she doesn't know — which, frankly, is the truth. Even if she's learned about coffee shops since arriving here, including their status as a place where people go to meet up and socialize (not this one, so much), she still doesn't understand all the ins and outs of the drink itself.
Must it be so complicated?
She does make note of the book. Evidently, Jasnah's been in the same conundrum, which is worse in her case when she's the one actually serving up the hot (or cold) drinks. Hopefully she's a quick learner. ]
Ah. [ Fern glances over, taking the envelope with a brief nod before she's returned to her original problem. ] In that case, what would you recommend?
[ Unfortunately for everyone involved in this small scene, Jasnah had never tried coffee before arriving here. Truth be told, she'd never tried coffee before making it for herself — an awkward quirk of not trusting the food and drink prepared by others.
She knows what she prefers — and she will absolutely prepare it for Fern. But first: ]
Do you like sweet things?
[ Jasnah does not. But women's food, back home, was ordinarily served sweetened. It's worth asking. ]
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[ ...oh, Jasnah, you can't just order these people around. This isn't Alethkar. ]
Will that work?
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She'll reserve any judgment for now. ]
Yes. I'll come by tomorrow morning, then.
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HOWEVER, on the appointed morning, Fern would find Jasnah focused behind a narrow cafe counter in a spit of a cafe — long and narrow and barely able to service more than a couple sleepy morning commuters at once. The espresso machine is old and questionable, and she's barely learned how to use it. Really, there's a true sense that this venue operates first and foremost as a dive bar overnight and these morning coffee hours are just to pad the revenue. Something of an afterthought.
She's finishing up with one of those sleepy commuters when Fern arrives, and a brusque nod suggests she recognizes the somewhat-familiar face and will make time as soon as it's possible to do so.
Perhaps she'd like to take a lean in the meantime? There aren't really any stools to speak of. ]
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Well, that's one of her jobs, anyway. Today she's coming off a shift at the gambling den where she's been working for months now. Beyond some tightness at the corner of her eyes, though, she doesn't show many signs of her tiredness. She's been on her feet all night, but she returns Jasnah's nod and then walks up to the counter without any complaint.
She does lean an arm up on it, though, letting out a low breath as she looks for a menu. She'll be sleeping once she makes it back to her shared motel room, but that doesn't necessarily preclude some caffeine. ]
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Being so very new and so very dubious at all this shot-pulling, it takes Jasnah a moment to finish up with the current order and send the customer on their way. But eventually she makes her way down the counter to greet Fern. ]
— It's on me.
[ Whatever she orders. Consider it interest on top of the thin envelope of joolies she slides across the counter. ]
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Must it be so complicated?
She does make note of the book. Evidently, Jasnah's been in the same conundrum, which is worse in her case when she's the one actually serving up the hot (or cold) drinks. Hopefully she's a quick learner. ]
Ah. [ Fern glances over, taking the envelope with a brief nod before she's returned to her original problem. ] In that case, what would you recommend?
[ Truly, she has no idea what to order. ]
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She knows what she prefers — and she will absolutely prepare it for Fern. But first: ]
Do you like sweet things?
[ Jasnah does not. But women's food, back home, was ordinarily served sweetened. It's worth asking. ]