The Perk, Saturday morning (11/19)

[hasaknightjob]

Yeah, it was cold. But growing up in Chicago meant Marc could just roll with it. Nothing a cup of normal, non-flavored coffee and a breakfast sandwich couldn't handle.

So there Marc was, sitting by the window and catching up on the sports scores from home.

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[begmetwice]

Irene wasn't especially fond of winter, but you know what she was fond of?

Cashmere.

And thus, having paired the cape with cozy skinny trousers tucked into tall boots, she swanned into the Perk and almost immediately descended upon the poor baristas with a request for hot tea that came from her very soul.

Irene was nothing if not dramatic.

"Morning, Marc," she called once she spotted him, taking a half-second to clock the clothing before determining which name to use.

[hasaknightjob]

"Irene," Marc said. He put his phone down since Irene was someone he didn't mind conversations with.

(No words like enjoy or was a friend, don't be silly.)

He took in her outfit. "Nice cape."

That wasn't sarcasm. He would be pointing this out to Steven later as evidence of cape superiority.

[begmetwice]

"Thank you," Irene replied, turning a little to model the cape all the better. "It's Loro Piana and very cozy."

She suspected the latter would suit Marc's interests more than the former.

"Which is grand by me since apparently we live in the Arctic now." Irene. It wasn't even snowing.

[pocketpretzels]

"Miss Adler," Watts greeted. "How are you doing?"

[begmetwice]

"I'm freezing, Detective," Irene told him plaintively. Obviously! "But I'm well enough otherwise -- yourself?"

[alwaysonguard]

It was chilly so coffee was in order. And apparently, Dwight was out of coffee at his apartment. So that meant a trek out to get some at The Perk.

Being used to the cold winters up in Maine, he wasn't too terribly frigid just yet but Dwight was wearing his jacket all the same and definitely planned on getting an extra large coffee for now. And maybe another for the trek back home.

The only pressing question was what kind of coffee he was going to get...

[hasaknightjob]

Marc didn't have coffee recs but he did give a nod and a, "Hey."

[alwaysonguard]

Dwight gave a nod and a wave. "Handling the cooler temps alright?" he asked as he got his caffeine of choice from the barista.

[stykera]

It was cold, yes. It had been colder though and Stark wasn't quite ready to commit to his very fluffy winter coat. And at least they weren't outside Buffalo. It was still a good morning for something hot and sugary from the coffee shop. It was definitely not a morning for iced coffee.

Stark ordered one of the toasted white chocolate mochas because he hadn't tried that one and turned to greet Marc with a "hello, Marc." Obviously it wasn't Steven here at this hour.

[hasaknightjob]

Very obviously!

"Stark," Marc said with a nod. "How's it going?"

[stykera]

"Everyone seems to have stayed their usual selves for a few days now," Stark said. "So I think things are going well."

And he'd managed to avoid more awkward conversations about Gross Weddings so far so that was a positive!

"And you? Did you do what you needed to last weekend?"

[pocketpretzels]

Well, so long as people were showing off their winter gear...

Watts, not-quite-awake, stumbled into the coffee shop and placed his order for a peppermint latte. Being awakened by kitty-zoomies was the sort of thing one needed coffee to compensate for rather than the tea he had on hand.

"Mr. Spector," he greeted, already gravitating towards Marc's table once he had his coffee.

[hasaknightjob]

"Watts," Marc said. He wasn't going to ask if Watts needed Steven since Watts looked fine. "Doing okay?"

[pocketpretzels]

Other than cat-induced sleep-deprivation, he was fine, really, judging by the way he spun down into a seat of his own.

"I am awake at this ungodly hour," he pointed out.

So yes, fine, but that didn't mean he wasn't gonna complain about having to be awake.

[stykera]

"Morning, Watts," Stark said, lifting one hand in a wave as he did so.

[pocketpretzels]

"Stark," Watts raised his coffee cup in salute.

[chef_chocobro]

With a Very Important shopping excursion on the agenda for tomorrow, Ignis figured this morning would be a good one to venture down to the Perk. He figured on a Saturday morning, it would be fairly quiet, but perhaps he hadn't taken into account the cold. When he walked in and heard it seemed quite lively, he hesitated. But he was already here and had already decided on wanting a coffee-shop kind of coffee (it never was quite the same at home, was it?), so he supposed he'd just stay the course.

So he ordered just a simple latte (a little on the dry side, and if they could be so kind as to add two packets of sugar?), and, once the drink was in hand, he turned and considered the room. Not so much looking for a place to sit (though it could certain appear that he was), so much as he was listening for one.

[stykera]

"Hello, Ignis," Stark said from where he'd found a seat for himself to eat the breakfast sandwich he'd decided he needed.

[chef_chocobro]

"Stark." Ignis nodded, smiling faintly not only for a voice he could easily recognize, but also to have a place to focus his attention toward. And that rules out at least one table, he noted, sipping his drink as he approached, unless Stark were to extend an invitation. "Hello. How are you this morning?"

[hasaknightjob]

Marc clocked the new guy, but also Stark hanging out with him. He gave a nod and a "Hey" in that direction anyway, figuring that if the guy didn't want to talk with a stranger at least Steven couldn't bitch at him later about not trying to be nice to people.

[chef_chocobro]

It took a moment, for Ignis to respond, and it was something he almost missed entirely. After all, a nod was not much used to him, and in a cafe with plenty of people seeking the warmth of a caffeinated beverage to stave off the cold and morning, a greeting could be directed at anyone.

But a greeting that went without a response? That caught his attention enough to suppose perhaps it may have been directed his way after all. He considered the direction and nodded that way, lifting his cup in a greeting back.

"Good morning for a coffee, isn't it?" he added, figuring there'd be no harm if his assumptions were incorrect and he'd just ended talking to an empty space instead.

[pocketpretzels]

"Mr. Scientia, isn't it?" Watts asked. "I don't believe we've been formally introduced."

But Prompto had helpfully pointed him out at the bar that one night.

[chef_chocobro]

And such a formal greeting was more than enough to catch Ignis' attention, which shifted toward the source with a newfound intrigue. "Ah," he said, "yes. My apologies. It seems you have me at quite the disadvantage," in more was than one!, "Mr. ...?"

Trailing off inquisitively, of couse, for the other person to hopefully, helpfully supply the rest.

[two_idiots_one_body]

Arthur had been doing much better, and had considered leaving the cane at home until the weather turned cold and his leg got stiff and achey again.

He made his way into the Perk and up to the counter by memory.

The woman behind the counter is getting coffee for someone, John informed him, so Arthur waited. Okay, she's back.

Arthur nodded. "Earl Grey tea, please, with a little milk."

[hasaknightjob]

Marc gave a nod in Arthur's direction.