4119/Coffee Shop Days

Coffee Shop Days
Date of Scene:	21 March 2018
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Crusader, 1706

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Crusader has posed:
Though the first day of spring has arrived - snow was still on the ground, and the weather was cold. People were going about their daily buisness, kids in school...or playing hooky from school to hang around. And places like the local coffee shop were popular their drinks, their warmth...and most importantly thier hot chocolate!
    Okay, that last one, might be more to Bjorn liking. The absolutely massive titan of an 'old' man couldn't seem to get enough of it. At his table, he had what appeared to be seven super extra large cups of hot cocoa. In front of him was a book on electronics that he seemed to be reading....though oddly he never looked down even as he turned the pages.
    Despite this place being a local, and very casual, Bjorn was dressed to the nines as if he was visiting a fancy gala, or some high end fancy restaurant. His size and his overly formal outfit got him a few odd looks, but he doesn't seem to notice them.

Sandra (1706) has posed:
Into the cafe walks Sandra who is bundled up for the cold weather. She is wearing a heavy parka over what appears to be her nurse scrubs. Unzipping the jacket, the chubby girl slips out of her coat and carefully puts it on the back of a chair, then heads to the counter to stand in line to buy herself a hot cocoa and a everything bagel. With a loud yawn into the back of her hand, she gives a look about with a tired expression on her face as she sizes up the customers. The sight of Bjorn causes her to double take as she stares at his large size, then the many cups of cocoa that he has on the table. ".. wow." She says to herself. "And here I thought I had a problem with chocolate." She takes her cup and bagel with a smile, then lumbers towards her table where she carefully slips down into her seat, followed by pulling out a crossword puzzle book.

Crusader has posed:
Bjorn flips a page in his back as he picks up one of the oversized cups. He takes a deep drink of the clearly steaming hot drink. His ears twitch as if having caught wind of the words. Though Bjorn doesn't turn his head, he does speak up "Well, whit kin Bjorn say! Bjorn like his chocolate....und Bjorn eat quite a bit!" he exclaims in a deep voice befitting someone of his statue. Thick accent and...unsual way of talking aside, his tone was stricktly friendly, jovial even as he finally turns his head to look over at Sandra "Only kind of chocolate Bjorn nit enjoy iz fudge. Et is of vee funny taste, jah?" he offers a smile showing what some might considered disturbingly large, thick and sharp canines...but it mutant town, you got oddities everyday

Sandra (1706) has posed:
Giving a sheepish grin upon her face as she is overheard, Sandy lifts a hand up to him. "Oh! Sorry, I didn't know I was talking too loud." Her smile brightens though as she seems to ooze unconquerable energy and happiness about her. "I love fudge. You must not have had the good stuff. You can get it in all types of flavors by the way. Even a hot chocolate flavored fudge. But, I'm more of a brownie girl. Oh my God, I would /love/ a brownie right now but I'm sorta on a diet so I have to be good." She says as she scribbles a word into her crossoword puzzle that catches her eye. "Easy peasy." She mumbles to herself.

Crusader has posed:
Bjorn laughs boistiourily "Do nit be of the sorry! Vere waz nothink wron wif whit yer said" he muses. "Fudge jist haz vee funny textar....like et cannea decide if et be a solid or liquid!" he explains and shudders. Oh the irony of the statement considering his own physiology. "Bit yes! Brownies are of the good taste! Esepcially ven sie put chocolate chips, oreoes, hot fudge, und chocolate sprinkles on et" he almost drools at the idea of the chocolate monsterocity. He rubs his beard before askin "Vat crossword puzzle is vat?" he wonders. He even stands up taking his book and hot cocoa with him - all seven cups, and walking over. He looks about to sit before stopping and stareing at the seat "....oh...rioght." he looks back and forth "....ermmm...care ta sit wit und ol' man?"

Sandra (1706) has posed:
Smiling as he speaks, Sandra gets a love sick look upon her face as he goes on and on and on about brownies. She lets out a soft sigh, cupping her chin in the palm of her hand. "I really want one now." She mumbles lazily. At the question of her book, she looks down at it. "Oh. Science Fiction TV shows from all generations. Mostly the sixties through the two-thousand tens." At the offer, she nods her head. "By all means. I don't mind. You are not that old. You look like a body builder though! I bet most people wish they could be in that good of a shape at your age."