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What curiosity Leifur harboured towards coffee was quickly quashed by Galahad's honest explanation of the tactics used to sell it. Gimmicks, novelties and tourism; he couldn't think of a worse combo to waste his time on. 

By the time Galahad was done, a hint of amusement tugged at the corner of Leifur's lips, only barely failing to turn his perpetual frown into a smile. [color=#915027]"You're quite fortunate your career as a knight took off so well - you would've made for an awful salesman, Caradoc."[/color]

Even with his expression unchanged, Leifur's tone made it clear enough that he appreciated the dragoon's honesty. There were many who wouldn't have spoken so readily of their home's shortcomings. After all, patriotism could run deep, could spur people to say and do all manner of things.

Leifur glanced briefly at Izayoi. 

He had never understood patriotism. Perhaps because he didn't, exactly, have a home.

Arton's use of the word tour tore a groan from the viera, but he followed the others to Mara & Malen's regardless, if only because of its supposed quality. Still, he hoped their visit would stay brief. Leifur had a long list of things he still needed to buy, and the storm was getting closer by the minute. While rain would hardly stop him, he would rather get his errands done dry. 

They'd barely made it inside the coffee shop when Leifur realized he recognized the smell wafting about - the smell of [i]coffee[/i], he supposed. It wasn't... unpleasant, per se. It was strong though, almost overwhelming. Nose wrinkled, the viera settled behind the others as they peered at the menu. Some words were completely foreign, while others resembled ones he knew enough to leave room for confusion. Latte? Late? Did preparing it take a lot of time in particular? 

Izayoi seemed to have similar trouble, and as the Osprean slid next to Éliane to ask her about it, Leifur did the same, stepping to the gunbreaker's other side. Gaze still fixed on the menu, arms firmly crossed as if to form a barrier between him and the utterly confusing words, he commented:[color=#915027] "It was my understanding that coffee was black, and rich in flavour. Why, then, would they call something a flat white? It seems at odds with the image they wish to portray."[/color]

Perplexing.
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