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Discussion in 'Ark City' started by Riza Hawkeye, Sep 18, 2018.

  1. Riza Hawkeye

    Riza Hawkeye Fullmetal Alchemist

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    October 21, Year 108
    @Ren Amamiya

    The layout of this new city was taking some getting used to but Riza was a quick study, especially when she was allowed to learn it all in her own way. Just because that way was taking to the streets with her crews for a few weeks was neither here nor there as far as she was concerned, and far more effective than pretending she knew things when nothing came to mind. Along the way she'd also gotten to know her guards and among them was Makoto, a girl barely out of her teens that reminded Riza a bit of herself. It was from her that Hawkeye had heard about the cafe in question.

    And it was at just the right time too. Ark City has a lot of coffee shops but they all tended to play into the same thing- whipped drinks, flavored things, and kitschy gimmicks. Those were well and good for a day off, when she had two or three hours to sit around and sip and read, but when she was working she wanted coffee. Good, plain, non-elaborated coffee where she could drink it in twenty minutes and grab a cup for Roy and herself to-go at the end of it that didn't need sugar or cream to be palatable. Even better, word was that this place was 'pet friendly', which endeared her to it already.

    It was nearly noon when she went in, wearing her Guard outfit- which wasn't much different than the other uniforms, except for an insignia and rank pin on her collar- and with a black and white Shiba Inu obediently at her side. Black Hayate had a curious glint in his eyes and sniffed the air expectantly but didn't stray to poke his nose into anything and stayed next to Riza as she went to the counter and looked over the menu. True, she was only after coffee, but there was the smell of baked good and breakfast had been rushed to get herself and Roy out the door...
     
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    The idea that he owned anything of value at all, was still something Ren was trying to wrap his mind around. Coming to this new world with a set life was...strange, to say the least. Discovering he was alive at all, was a surprise. But...owning a Cafe? Having a place to live that wasn't a tiny and cheap apartment? Having employees? It was all...surreal. Success wasn't something Ren ever really banked on. He always guessed he's barely get by, then die someday. Bleak, but true. His luck wasn't something that really allowed him to get far with anything. Honestly, he hadn't even really put much thought on what he'd do after high school. College, maybe. Unless colleges would turn down his decent grades, because of his criminal record. Which...was likely. Then he had been put away, and all thoughts had gone as quickly as they came.

    But here, things were new. So...very new. New and weirdly successful. His business wasn't exactly the most popular place in Ark City, but it got enough business to cover the costs and let him live actually comfortably. Ren actually bought himself something new from a store the day before. Something that he didn't even really need, just wanted. And that felt...more wild than anything he experienced in the Metaverse, if he was honest with himself.

    Quietly, he worked behind the counter - cleaning off small specks of crumbs from serving a few new baked goods. It had taken a decent amount of convincing from the others to expand the menu beyond far-too-many blends of coffee...and curry. Apparently, people wanted baked stuff. Not that...Ren really knew how to make any of that. But for the past while, he had made a point to find recipes online. Ask friends for whatever stuff they tended to make. He was still figuring out what the customers actually liked and wanted. The menu changed...almost daily. Basically whatever he felt like baking that morning, before coming in. Or after he came in. Honestly mattered if he felt like cooking in his sweatpants or not.

    Today is was two items. A cinnamon bread that was toasted when ordered, and cinnamon rolls. He...was in a very cinnamon mood that morning. Recipes found from an old recipe book he found in town. Something about the age made him feel like it would taste better. And...it did. Sample bites slid in the first batches, telling him that it was actually...really good.

    Maybe going beyond curry wasn't so bad.

    Ren glanced up as someone entered - eyes shooting the clock to see how to greet them.

    "Good...morning. Sort of," the end half quieter than the first half. It was too early to say good afternoon, but it felt late to be saying anything about morning...even if it was technically right.

    His eyes jumped to her uniform, still trying to get better about not assuming the worst from people of authority. It...was something he had to come to terms with rather quickly here, since he was roommates with one. That knee-jerk reaction was still there, though, and he hated it. A sharp panic pulling at the back of his mind, before he forced himself to relax.

    Here, things were better.
    Here, he could trust them.

    Ren rolled his shoulders, forcing the tension out as his customer-service-smile found his lips - which quickly turned into a genuine one, when he spotted the dog. Making the cafe pet friendly was the best decision that he ever made.

    "What can I get you?"

     
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  3. Riza Hawkeye

    Riza Hawkeye Fullmetal Alchemist

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    Riza wasn't naive. She knew that a lot of people came from places where law enforcement wasn't always your friend. Hell, that could be said about large swaths of Amestris, especially if you were Ishvalan, foreign or in disagreement with the questionable government practices there. How could she hold that against people, knowing what she did? It was better to be a good example of the alternative to that, rather than bring it up and cause an argument. Besides, he was a kid- older than Edward, perhaps, but still very young.

    The scent of fresh coffee, cinnamon, cream and smokiness from roasted beans was a balm on raw nerves. She gave him a small, warm smile and a nod of acknowledgement. "Good afternoon," she replied, always defaulting to the next closest timeframe by old habit. Hayate sat at her feet, patiently waiting, tail wagging slightly and a dog's grin on his face as he looked at the cashier. So long as Riza was comfortable and relaxed the Shiba Inu hadn't heard of a stranger or an enemy and it showed. "I'll take a coffee and- is that cinnamon streusel bread?" she asked, glancing over at one of the trays of baked goods.

    Hayate perked up his ears and gave a small bark, and she gave the dog a bemused but indulgent look before glancing back at the teenager again. "Do you have anything for dogs? I heard from Miss Niijima it was a cafe' that allowed them, but I wasn't sure if you had offerings on the menu that would be pet-safe."
     
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  4. Ren Amamiya

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    Ren made a hand-motion at the tray without glancing away from the new uniform-clad customer, "Or something like it, at least," he offered a shrug, knowing he combined too many different recipes to really call it anything that wasn't made up. He had tried some before offering it, of course. It was generally a rule he held himself to; make sure the food was edible before selling it for money.

    ...Especially considering he was making half of this up as he went.

    As Ren turned to fill a cup with the house blend - what he defaulted to when people just said 'coffee', he glanced over his shoulder at both the dog bark, and the woman's question; apparently Makoto talked about his cafe at work.

    "Makoto told you about the cafe?" he didn't bother to contain the proud smile on his lips, as he slid the black coffee across the counter towards the officer, "And...hold on."

    Ren ducked down to grab a bowl of treats he kept for this specific reason - gently placing them on the counter, "I haven't gone much into baking for dogs. I have a cat who is..."

    Right, the cafe had seemed quiet.
    Morgana was probably asleep in the attic, or he was about to accidentally step on him.

    "...Somewhere, who I cook for. Still working on figuring out other animals though. Treats are free," he motioned at the bowl in front of him.