“No actualy,” Lan Jue said. “I haven’t had breakfast yet. Fetch us a little something yeah?”
“Shit!” The Coffee Master used his quick hands to deliver to Lan Jue the international symbol of displeasure 1. “You’ll be lucky if I don’t poison you!”
Lan Jue chuckled. “I trust your moral quality, Mister Knave.”
The Coffee Master rose to his feet in a huff. He stomped to the counter and shared a few words with the women there.
Lan Jue, meanwhile, simply sat with noble air upon his chair. He politely nodded in greeting to the ladies. “If you wouldn’t mind, I would love some Blue Mountain Coffee. I’d also like a sandwich and some greens as well, please.”
The Coffee Master turned back around and shot Lan Jue a venomous look. “No Blue Mountain!”
To this, the Jewelry Master sighed. “Fine. Might as well cancel any plans you might have with the Wine Master or Gourmet, I suppose. I’ll be sure to tell them about your sudden lack of inventory. They’re probably low as well.”
