Emerance was absolutely certain she'd never seen anyone eat a cube of sugar straight from a jar since she was a child - the very action so clashed entirely with that almost frigid demeanor the man in front of her provided her with. Still....if sugar was what brought him some resplendence of joy, she certainly knew where a whole lot more. Her slender fingers wrapped around the jar as she lifted it abruptly towards him - as if it was an offering for a vengeful God. How quickly that glimpse of indifference transformed right before her very eyes. That alarm on his stoic features was nothing short of blatant as he grabbed the jar out of her hands, hurrying with it to the chair as if he feared being caught like a child. Quickly, the man settled in the chair across from her with his pilfered goods, only to glance over his shoulder towards the cashier. How...unexpected. Her observation hardly went unnoticed, however, the man quickly informed her that his cashier was...protective over the sugar. It was peculiar to say the least, that an owner of a cafe might be so concerned about his employee's feelings of sugar. Emerance's brows furrowed in contemplation as she glanced over at the cashier, his lips still pressed together in what almost seemed like a permanent frown.
Simply firing the cashier in favor of someone more...sensible regarding the cafe's sugar seemed like the most obvious of choices - one she was willing to even offer to the fellow across from her. Emerance watched as he slipped another piece of sugar between his lips, his features once more returning to a look of apathy, one that held just the subtlest hints of contemplation in the way his brows seemed to furrow downward just so and the violet hue of his gaze shifted towards the man in question. That vague shrug was hardly informative in the slightest, the comparison between the barista and a racehorse, of all things, saw her brow rise. Unfortunately for him, she aptly understood the connection he was attempting to draw, even if she disagreed with it entirely. "I suppose that depends on your definition of winning." The young woman commented, the jade hue of her gaze shifted towards the man in question, "His customer service skills seem a bit...lacking and that could affect your bottom line if he drives away customers. Maybe you should encourage him to smile more?" It was surely an easy, innocent suggestion. After all, he did at least make good coffee....or rather...tea, she supposed.
Truthfully, Emerance hardly noticed that the conversation had been so purposefully steered towards her, the young woman entirely seizing this new train of thought with little difficulty. She was almost surprised that her 'new' status within the cafe was so easily spotted. Was this place known for its regulars? Though, perhaps she might consider becoming one...maybe. She was quick to elaborate upon her own tale, however, informing her companion of the other cafe she had once frequented before venturing from the depths of her comfort zone. The tea here, however, was far more superior, albeit it more within its subtle notes and a far grander selection. The very mention of Milstead's, however, seemed to provoke a scoff on his lips, though perhaps she shouldn't have been terribly surprised considering the other cafe was likely to be direct competition. "The carrot cake?" She inquired, almost surprised that this was apparently the caliber for 'good' food. "I've always been more partial to pumpkin bread myself. I didn't see any in your case - do you sell freshly made pumpkin bread?" Her brow rose as if challenging the man's belief on how superior his cafe was. Surely pumpkin bread was a staple of any cafe...wasn't it?
Emerance was altogether oblivious of the man's affinity, much less what he was. Her own efforts at a conversation continued without missing a beat, even as she watched him roll yet another cube of sugar across his tongue. How many was that now? Three? Maybe it was wise the barista had taken the sugar from him. Frankly, she was impressed at how....fit he seemed with how eagerly he was indulging in those sweets. Those times he provided her were, perhaps, not entirely unexpected, this cafe seemed to suffer the same lulls as a great many others did. Frankly, she was glad to hear that, those offbeat hours when the world stood quiet were her favorite times of the day. It was that insistence that no one took his seat during those hours that prompted a warm simper upon her features. "Why do you like this seat so much?" She inquired, her head tilted to the side as she watched him with those intent jade-colored irises.
The young woman was hardly prepared for the sudden inquiry that left the fellow's lips, especially about her brother, of all things. "Hm?" She inquired, hardly following exactly what he was asking. That look of confusion only prompted him to expand upon his inquiry, that singular word so speaking volumes. Human. He knew what she was, and the fact that he asked only caused her to assume that he most definitely was not human. After all, Alistair had informed her of the...changes that had come with his own transformation - species identification being one of them. Still....it made her wonder what he was. Surely not a vampire, considering it was daylight outside...and certainly not a human which only left...a warlock...a fae...or a were. Her brows furrowed in consideration and yet, before she had a chance to answer, a waitress appeared with a beverage - her beverage, to be precise. That consideration upon Emerance's features only shifted to vague confusion at the demeanor of the waitress, it far more intriguing than the cup of tea placed between them. After all, someone had cleaned up her spilled cup, perhaps the rest of the tea merely had noticed and possessed exemplary customer service to make up for their scowling barista?
Her brow rose as Frost declared the tea for her, only to pick it up with the insistence that he was contemplating keeping her tea as revenge for the theft of his chair. Well...touche. Let the game begin. Emerance leaned back in her seat, a small bemused simper fluttered across her features as the waitress left them as abruptly as she had arrived. "To answer your earlier question, no, he is not human, though you might want to add some of your sugar cubes in that. He serves it unsweetened." She informed her companion, Tea, she was certain, was not yet enough for this chair, not when he so clearly valued it so highly, her own stubbornness perhaps enough to see her remain where she was. Really, he shouldn't have given away how much he wanted it - she certainly had enough ammunition to use against him...but did he realize that yet? "Of course...I could always go ask for more but then I'd probably have to explain what happened to all the sugar that was in there...."