It’s not like it’s the first time it’s been broken, that’s all. They’re quite fragile, I don’t even bother touching it most of the time.
Oh— Well, I noticed that whilst cleaning, there was a loose part of the mechanism within the milk dispenser, so I cleaned and repaired how it should have been properly assembled. E’erything now is correct…
I swear to god, if you break that machine, Ned will kill me. And he can to, easily, it would just take a tap. I have already made several for customers, m’lady.
Truly, you would not think so low of me when I already proved myself to be of essential use to this shop… I have yet to break anything.
—Who taught you how to make a latte……
[ Starts playing with the machine and ingredients ] I watched someone make it in a coffee shop known widely by the name of Starbucks.
"Aches of the head," Peter mutters under his breath with a small snort, clearly amused. He glances over his shoulder, then smiles a bit. "Those are my jams, man. Go on, stick it in. Good music always helps clear up hangovers. Totally read that somewhere."
Pushing the tape in the deck, then the play button, at least what he recognized from Earth, the tape took a moment to start playing as it rolled in the player, but soon, an acapella voice singing ‘come and get your love—' starts to sing, then the instrumental picking up the pace. “I think like this song.”
She hasn’t the heart to tell him that she knows next to nothing of ales, instead flashing a smile. “My kin brew their own, though I fear it is nowhere near so good as this, though in truth I favor the wine of the elves.” Casting a curious towards a patron who stumbles on past their table with a mumble about pumpkins. “I met her once, Sif. She was lovely.”
Thor honestly could care less. As long as the color wasn’t yellow and didn’t smell strongly of waste, he was happy with the alcohol given. Though— The darker the better, but he’d keep that opinion to himself. “Have you? Lovely is an interesting term, I think. Rather terrifying, if I am to be honest.” He snorts and drinks. “But she is beautiful as she is fearsome.”
[ Rolling her eyes, she sighed heavily, relenting finally as she smirked. ] Mm, yes. Suppose I am, or you wouldn’t have stayed hired this long.
[ Smiles, satisfied with that answer ] Very good— I am glad we have come to this agreement. Now, I think I shall make myself a latte.
Peter smirks, kicking off his boots as he steps inside the Milano. Glancing about quickly, he was relieved to see he hadn’t made all that much of a mess in his prior state. “Make yourself comfortable, there’s a bar over there.and some orange juice if you want it. Might be expired, to be honest, but hey I don’t think old oranges ever killed anyone.”
“I thank you for the offer, but I am not suffering any aches of my head as of right now.” Laying back into the seat, Thor taps his thigh, then looks around and sees an old tape set. “What is that?”
mine are the dark mysteries, persephone
mine, too, the secrets of the goddess of springtime
grain. grave dust blends with queen of the underworld
pollen in my hair. wife, daughter, mother
Well, someone’s quite confident in their skills, aren’t they….[ Laughs ]
Of course, are you not? You hired me. [ With excessive begging ]