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[likesthecoat]

Ianto feels a sort of deja-vu when he sits at the bar and is greeted with a napkin requesting his services. "Teaboy to the rescue," he says to no one in particular, pats Bar and goes around her to take his place

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[works_in_space]

"I tend to like my coffee black, maybe with a little milk. Guess I'm not much of a challenge that way." So says the captain sitting at the bar.

[likesthecoat]

"I don't know," Ianto says as he gets a pot of dark roast, "it's easier to disguise bad coffee if you bury it in sugar and flavoring."

He pours a cupful and gives the captain the cup and cream pitcher. "If you feel you'll need it."

[works_in_space]

"I've served in Starfleet for so long that I barely notice bad coffee anymore." He sips the coffee. "Which isn't to say that I don't appreciate good coffee."

[likesthecoat]

"I'd hope your tastebuds weren't utterly destroyed by years of bad coffee," Ianto says, amused.

[ostro_goth]

"Good morning," Teja says. He is wearing modern clothes: - jeans, sneakers, grey tee-shirt with a Harley Davidson logo on.

"I would challenge you," he says, "to make me a coffee drink that sounds utterly unlike me, but still pleases me!"

[likesthecoat]

Ianto laughs, both at the getup Teja is in and the request. "I think that would be something overburdened with sugar and decorated with a slice of pineapple. Whether it would please you or not--well, coffee doesn't really go with pineapple."

[ostro_goth]

"What is a pine-apple?" Teja asks. "At home in Italy, apples do not grow on pines."

[likesthecoat]

"It's not really an apple. The outside looks a bit like a pine cone. I expect that's how it got its name.

"It's very tangy and sweet. Good with oranges.

"You know, I think I know the coffee for you . . ." He get a mild roast and adds a little cinnamon and cream. "Try that."

[thursdays_angel]

Castiel wanders over to the bar. Not for want of a drink, but because he recognizes its tender and wishes to say hello.

"Ianto. It is good to see you."

He wonders if he should order something. It seems to be the way things are done. And he has tried coffee, and did not object to it. But he looks at the sign with something akin to consternation.

Castiel is not used to having a wide range of choices. On much of anything.

[OOC: At work--may suddenly have slowtime thrust upon me.]

[likesthecoat]

"Hello, Castiel," Ianto says cheerfully, and notices the hesitation. "Maybe just a breakfast blend with some cream? It's mild and quite good."

[ooc: No problem--I'm in the same boat myself.]

[thursdays_angel]

Castiel nods, grateful to have the options narrowed.

"Thank you. That would be welcome."

He hesitates a moment.

"It is not sweet?"

Once upon a time there had been the Golden Calf. Now, if there is a false god among humans, it would seem to be Refined Sugar. Castiel has learned to be cautious when eating or drinking anything new.

[likesthecoat]

"Only from the cream, so not very. You can add sugar, if you like."

He pours and gives Castiel the cup and cream pitcher. "The darker it is, the more bitter it may taste, but some people like the bitterness."

He's one of them.

[childofathos]

"What is a 'barista'?" Teyla asks, sliding onto a stool at the bar.

[likesthecoat]

"A fancy name for the bloke who makes the coffee," Ianto says, grinning.

[childofathos]

Teyla nods, smiling. "I have not heard that before." Of course, the kind of coffee they get in Atlantis mostly doesn't require a barista. "I'll stick with tea, I believe."

[likesthecoat]

"Certainly. What kind? Black, green, herbal?"