The barista looks absolutely relieved and gladly passes the filled carafe over. Bean the rat attempts to escape out of their pocket, so they snatch it again and retreat to hide it in the staff room.
"Thank you."
Ferroc reaches for the carafe, slowly, clearly trying to be careful. Which is a good thing, since his hands -- paws? -- have at the very least the strength of a tiger's, and those things can kill an animal their own size with one swipe. He manages to take it without any misfortunes, though, and moves toward the nearest empty table, squeezing himself into the seat. It's pretty funny.
"Well, he was a human king," he muses as if every single human should have obviously known all other humans, and inspects his coffee with a curious look. "I'm not very into history, but he was crazier than a sack of grawl on fire and he still returns to haunt our realm every year. The festival is quite fun, actually, though it's no Meatoberfest."
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"Thank you."
Ferroc reaches for the carafe, slowly, clearly trying to be careful. Which is a good thing, since his hands -- paws? -- have at the very least the strength of a tiger's, and those things can kill an animal their own size with one swipe. He manages to take it without any misfortunes, though, and moves toward the nearest empty table, squeezing himself into the seat. It's pretty funny.
"Well, he was a human king," he muses as if every single human should have obviously known all other humans, and inspects his coffee with a curious look. "I'm not very into history, but he was crazier than a sack of grawl on fire and he still returns to haunt our realm every year. The festival is quite fun, actually, though it's no Meatoberfest."