[There will no doubt be many stories told about this later today, about the time the Dark Knight showed up at a coffee shop next to a knight whose armor somehow rivaled his in terms of sheer... stature.
If Amelia's realized they're about as unsubtle as an actual war suddenly coming through the front door, she's not showing it as she calmly steps up to the back of the line. Well, as calmly as one can step wearing that much armor, the sheer weight of it all the more apparent now that she's actually inside. Planting the rear of her lance into the floor carefully, as not to damage the floor she waits patiently, armor shifting as she turns her gaze upon the menu.
The man at the back of the line is now staring directly forwards very, very intently and trying not to think too hard about just who is standing behind him. The man at the front of the line, displeased with how they put in a quarter-pump too much of some flavor and therefore had committed a mortal sin in the eyes of the coffee deities, was about to start complaining but wisely decides harassing the staff anywhere within eyeshot of those two would be potentially counter-intuitive to things like breathing and having a pulse.]
You know I've never been in a shop like this before, I didn't know there were so many kinds of coffee! [Ringabel, you're buying an already somewhat hyperactive 16 year old in hundreds of pounds of armor some of the most caffeinated drinks one can generally obtain are you sure this is a wise idea]
Truly amazing.
If Amelia's realized they're about as unsubtle as an actual war suddenly coming through the front door, she's not showing it as she calmly steps up to the back of the line. Well, as calmly as one can step wearing that much armor, the sheer weight of it all the more apparent now that she's actually inside. Planting the rear of her lance into the floor carefully, as not to damage the floor she waits patiently, armor shifting as she turns her gaze upon the menu.
The man at the back of the line is now staring directly forwards very, very intently and trying not to think too hard about just who is standing behind him. The man at the front of the line, displeased with how they put in a quarter-pump too much of some flavor and therefore had committed a mortal sin in the eyes of the coffee deities, was about to start complaining but wisely decides harassing the staff anywhere within eyeshot of those two would be potentially counter-intuitive to things like breathing and having a pulse.]
You know I've never been in a shop like this before, I didn't know there were so many kinds of coffee! [Ringabel, you're buying an already somewhat hyperactive 16 year old in hundreds of pounds of armor some of the most caffeinated drinks one can generally obtain are you sure this is a wise idea]