11607/Coffee Yote

Coffee Yote
Date of Scene:	08 June 2020
Location:	The Coffee Bean - Manhattan
Synopsis:	Mercy pokes her nose into Ami's business
Cast of Characters:	White Fox, Mercy Thompson

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White Fox has posed:
Monday. The day when many many people return to work. The day that foreign representatives land into the city usually... unless they have landed on the weekend. Which incidentally was when Ami Han had landed, allowing her to get into town much earlier than the regular business crowd of Sarimen. Which meant she was early to grab breakfast at the Coffee Bean...

Mercy Thompson has posed:
Mercy's, well, she lives here and has her garage here in the city but she got away for a few days to get out of hthe city and reconnect with nature. Being a coyote and daughter of that Coyote...Mercy is in the mood for hot tea. She took her Rabbit for a drive up into Connecticut and found a lovely little spot to spend a few days, so....she's back in town here, enjoying the city.

First order of business. Coffee. And maybe a breakfast bagel or two or three, because why not?

So in her coveralls and boots,Mercy's here and looks entirely too awake and alert for a morning. She's already disassembled a transmission, so what's her deal anyhow?

White Fox has posed:
Ami Han had waited in line and ordered black tea as well as some snack for the breakfast as Mercy slips in. There's a suitcase at her feet, there's that bun on top of her head. There's the immaculate suit. But there's also a slight ruffling of the nose as she tries to pick up something that changed in the room. Something arrived. Something... magical? Her eyebrows raise a moment.

Mercy Thompson has posed:
Mercy's technically a demigodess, who, yes, yes, works on cars, and all that but, minor details. She takes in the suit, suitcase and the general look over Ami, with a greeting that's simply a smile and a yawn, as if saying she's ready to face the day but still sleep.

White Fox has posed:
Ami Han gives another glance over Mercy, then turns to take her items as they got prepared, moving to a booth to sit. Not that she knew Mercy, or much about her, but she knew that something was odd about her. Not that this was something for her to deal with, just a notion on the side. After all, New York was the place with the highest density of super-, meta-, hyper-, mutated, altered and non-humans on the world. At least per square mile.

Mercy Thompson has posed:
Mercy shakes her head andsmiles looking over to Ami again, watching the woman with curiosity. Looking over to the counter, Mercy orders a plain coffee and waits, bagel and muffin, mmm, some cheese here, blueberries here...

She's sorted, mostly.

White Fox has posed:
Ami Han pulls the suitcase to the lap, opening it to take out a pair of newspapers. The Times and something in hangul, skimming over the front pages for a couple moments before putting them back onto the table.

Mercy Thompson has posed:
Curiosity gets the better of Mercy as now with suitable breakfast in hands...she makes he rway over and sits at a table nearby just...staring at her cofee and munching on her bagel, Mercy glances over curiously and is no spy but is curious enough to wonder just what's going on. So once her mouth's empty she asks.
^R"What're you up to?"

White Fox has posed:
Ami Han was reaching for her teacup as Mercy asks, eying the cup carefully. "Apparently, drinking a tea that goes under the name of a british lord from a cup with a coffee bean on it." Her answer is very factual as she glances over to the woman, scaning her over. "Or did you mean to ask something different?"

Mercy Thompson has posed:
Mercy's got the vaguest hint of magic, though as she's sipping her coffee and shaking her head at the magic sense. If anything she's trying to put a paw onn it but, but...not sure on it she resorts to spreading buttter on her bagel and chewing on it quietly, though she swallows. "No, no, I meant literally, what are you up to. You gave me a factual answer, something to the point" Mercy surmises.

White Fox has posed:
Ami Han nods, once more looking over to the newspapers before taking a sip of her tea, then she puts it down, taking them once more to read a side column, flipping more into the news to read something and once again put it down.

Mercy Thompson has posed:
Mercy nods quietly still unable to work out why her magic sense is going crazy but she nods, "So you're just reading the papers beforee work and drinking tea, huh?" Mercy asks, nibbling on her bagel while she chews and looks amused, watching Ami for a moment. "Talkative, aren't you?" she adds swith a smirk. Mercy's sarcastic and sassy and just a little bit of a four pawed coyote magnet, so...

White Fox has posed:
Ami Han turns the head to almost stare at Mercy for several long moments before she speaks. "I assume that it's a typical American thing to have your nose in other people's business. I am preparing for a meeting later."

Mercy Thompson has posed:
Oh Mercy knows this, but...she's not American, or, rather, it's complicaed. Watching Ami, Mercy raises an eyebrow. "So you decided to think I am pokiing my nose into your business" she decides, I"'m not. I was curious so I figured I'd ask" Mercy says with a little huff.

White Fox has posed:
"You inquired about what I am doing when I am having a breakfast on my own. That's most definitly not your business and while I meet with an agent of an organisatin that the united states of america is a part in, that doesn't make it either your business nor the business of the united states of america." Ami answered rather matter of factly, staring at her with some intent.

Mercy Thompson has posed:
Mercy cants her head. "So, you're a spy, huh?" she adds "All this stay out of my business while I meet with agents tuff" Mercy adds. Ah she's perceptive alright and nosey. Great mix, Mercedes...

"Alright, alright. Fine, I'll go back to eating my bagel, sheeesh" Mercy mutters. "Sorry I asked"

White Fox has posed:
"No, I am just on a business trip and meeting with a representative of interpol." Ami notes, her eyes narrowing a little. "You are nosy. One day you might stick your nose into someone's business in a way it hurts."

Mercy Thompson has posed:
"I'm well aware of that, I'm a trouble magnet" Mercy points out sipping her coffee as she chews on her bagel and glances at her coffee again. Nah the blueberry thing is for later, though Mercy finishes up her coffee and leaves a tip, heading out the door.