009 -- voice/action;

[duplicities]

[ natasha is actually out and about today. at the moment she's picking up a coffee, obvious impatience on her face as she waits for it to be ready. ]

I've never had much patience for incompetance. At this rate, I could have grown the beans and brewed it myself.

[ there's an indignant sound from behind the counter. natasha raises an eyebrow, challenging, before disconnecting the feed. ]

ooc | natasha's cursed! feel free to bump into her or reply here at your own risk.

Comments

[signatures]

That is - what we could call - an exaggeration.

[ Don't mind Eames, browsing through the pre-made sandwiches they offer next to the line, a packet of grounds tucked under his arm. ]

[duplicities]

How kind of you to point that out.

[ seriously what is taking so long back there. 8| ]

[signatures]

Only as kind of you to belittle the people making your beverage.

[ Gurl you're gonna end up with spit in your drink if you don't calm down. Eames, in lieu of the wait-time, decides to simply pick up a bottle of pre-chilled coffee and milk, purchasing it alongside his sandwich and grounds. He flashes the girl at the register a small quirk of his mouth. ]

We all know a good coffee takes at least more than half a minute.

[duplicities]

Do we? I wasn't aware you were such an expert.

[ natasha picks at the wrapping on her own sandwhich, probably because tapping hre fingers on the counter has lost its charm. ]

[signatures]

Perhaps they want to make yours extra special for their favourite patron?

[duplicities]

[ unimpressed ]

Enjoying yourself?

[signatures]

Not as much as I could be.

[ Brow quirk. ]