I'll have a... [Gepard eyes the menu, considers it, almost says his usual order - drip coffee, black, or if he's feeling spicy a latte - but at the last second his eye is caught by the coffee-of-the-month on the menu.]
...coconut cold brew? [Of note is how he says it: with abject fascination. He pulls out his cre-]
Sixteen ounces. [...pulls out his credit card to pay, unless-] You don't want anything else, do you, Sampo?
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...coconut cold brew? [Of note is how he says it: with abject fascination. He pulls out his cre-]
Sixteen ounces. [...pulls out his credit card to pay, unless-] You don't want anything else, do you, Sampo?