[oom: Room Four, One Year]

[justcallmefee]

She comes back to the room with a box under one arm and a bag under the other.  She's wearing a white turtleneck and tan trousers over black riding boots.  Her hair is pulled back into a tight bun, and she's actually wearing glasses.  She heads for the kitchen, not even bothering to drop the box or bag.

She comes back out a moment later, empty-

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[latino_menace]

He looks up with his eyes, not moving his head, glasses perched on the end of his nose.

'Never made it, no.'

Drank it hundreds of times.

[justcallmefee]

Her head tilts to one side, smiling as she looks at him from under her lashes.

"Bored enough to learn how?"

[latino_menace]

He contemplates a moment and then tosses the book without glancing at it again, following it up with the glasses.

'Suppose so.'

He's wearing sweatpants and socks with a polo shirt - hardly usual attire but it's comfortable at least - and follows her into the kitchen.

'That box have a coffee machine in it?'

[justcallmefee]

Comfy Ramon is seriously adorable, but she knows better than to say anything of the kind.

"Yes, it's a combo machine. One side grinds the beans, and the other side is the espresso maker. The woman at the shop gave me a quick demo, but I thought we'd want to try it out. I've never done this before, but I figured, since we can't celebrate with Cristal just yet, good coffee seemed like the next best thing."

As she talks, she unloads the bag on the counter. There's a pound of Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee, demerara sugar, and an assortment of bits and bobs. A pair of steel cups, something that looks like a tiny metal paperweight, and a set of espresso cups still in the packaging. It might occur to him that the saleswoman saw Fiona coming.