[ A lesser person would have sprinted away from this display of sheer audacity and privilege. Fabian doesn't actually have privilege here but damned if he doesn't know how to pretend he does. And it works in a sense - a lot of other patrons wander off, no doubt figuring coffee isn't worth this diva. Even Fabian's Oricorio jumps a bit. ]

TWO ESSPRESSO SHOTS IN ONE OF THOSE! WHIPPED CREME!

[ He relaxes enough to turn to the other boy. He looks exactly like himself - half-elf, half-black, and eye-patched. ]

I got here this month. Let's just start with that.

You didn't... wake up in a sort of bunk-bed situation, did you?