(sfw) the coffee club
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endlessairship*Kalluto had badly needed a few days out on the open sea, engrossed in the sun and salt, not caring at all about how childishly hackneyed and simplified and bastardised the seamanship itself turned out to be. It was much more like a vacation than a tour of duty, befitting Barbieland. Back in his cabin, he took long, indulgent shower without incident comparable to the last long one, then changed back to his regular kimono.
He'd slept well, and he supposed it might have been early morning as he trawled himself through the airship, inspecting plaques and surroundings of doors to find one that he might like. He stopped at one called The Coffee Club.
He hated the taste of coffee, but he did enjoy the smell. His stomach rumbled. Somehow he'd managed to eat and be sustained by plastic hardtack (like putting a hat on a hat) instead of ruining his guts, but the prospect of further indulging himself in bistro food had him almost diving through the doorway.
He entered the cafe, finding it moderately occupied. There were enough people that he could people watch if he was bored, but there were also spots where he could have space away from the humdrum of conversation. As he considered whether he wanted a table or a booth, a pleasant girl not much older than him greeted him and indicated the six-page menu laminated and mounted on a lectern facing him.
For food, on offer were all day breakfasts, lunch melds and toasted sandwiches, various steak cuts, an assortment of salad types, and every variety of Italian cuisine he could think of. There were two pages of coffee types which he skipped over, and knew immediately that he wanted an iced chocolate when he saw a serving girl bringing out one for a prior customer. It was always good when they used real parfait glasses.
He went to the counter to order, where he found another huge selection of baked goods behind the glass - pies, filo pastries, rolls, cakes, cheesecakes, brownies, cookies and such - as well as cold sandwiches, rolls, and cups of cold dessert.
When he'd made the order, he noticed someone distinctive in the line behind him, with cat ears that reminded him of when he'd first joined.
He'd slept well, and he supposed it might have been early morning as he trawled himself through the airship, inspecting plaques and surroundings of doors to find one that he might like. He stopped at one called The Coffee Club.
He hated the taste of coffee, but he did enjoy the smell. His stomach rumbled. Somehow he'd managed to eat and be sustained by plastic hardtack (like putting a hat on a hat) instead of ruining his guts, but the prospect of further indulging himself in bistro food had him almost diving through the doorway.
He entered the cafe, finding it moderately occupied. There were enough people that he could people watch if he was bored, but there were also spots where he could have space away from the humdrum of conversation. As he considered whether he wanted a table or a booth, a pleasant girl not much older than him greeted him and indicated the six-page menu laminated and mounted on a lectern facing him.
For food, on offer were all day breakfasts, lunch melds and toasted sandwiches, various steak cuts, an assortment of salad types, and every variety of Italian cuisine he could think of. There were two pages of coffee types which he skipped over, and knew immediately that he wanted an iced chocolate when he saw a serving girl bringing out one for a prior customer. It was always good when they used real parfait glasses.
He went to the counter to order, where he found another huge selection of baked goods behind the glass - pies, filo pastries, rolls, cakes, cheesecakes, brownies, cookies and such - as well as cold sandwiches, rolls, and cups of cold dessert.
When he'd made the order, he noticed someone distinctive in the line behind him, with cat ears that reminded him of when he'd first joined.