[The coffee house is a new discovery for Amelia, but a welcome one. Even if her preference is black with nothing added, having someone make it for her is convenient. And she does try new things, sometimes. Today it's amaretto.
She sees a familiar face, one she hasn't run into since the experiment where Gregor caught her singing. Amelia walks over to the table where he's sitting, nodding her head toward the cream cake.]
You must really like those things. Do they even serve them here?
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Date: 2012-10-09 12:44 am (UTC)From:She sees a familiar face, one she hasn't run into since the experiment where Gregor caught her singing. Amelia walks over to the table where he's sitting, nodding her head toward the cream cake.]
You must really like those things. Do they even serve them here?