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He had the urge to perform a squat or two, the feeling of there being a sort of built up pressure, like an air bubble, between the bones that formed his kneecap was becoming increasingly uncomfortable. Doesn't though, because it was beg too many questions in the moment...not to mention look absolutely ridiculous for him to do that here at the side of their table.
Pushing past the internal smirk at her self description, he paused in anticipation for her to realize that there was something specific on her mind that she wanted. She did this often, did she know? Started with the standard girl thing of 'anything is fine' but quickly whipped around and stated something quite blatantly she desired. "Cinnamon hot chocolate, got it," he chuckled, twisting one of his dreads between his fingers as he turned to head over to the bar. Maybe the bloke was having an off day, but the order of two hot cocoas, one with extra cinnamon, and a double serving of fresh fruit (it seemed the safest option on the menu considering how strict Autumn was with her diet) and put the man off and a swift denial to customize any of the recipes instated. Which was...irritating, but Benjee came prepared.
Paying and carrying the tray over to their table, he set her mug down first and then the bowl of fruit (with two forks) and finally his mug. The tray slid across to the other side of the table and he slid in beside her. "Well," he sighed, arm lazily moving to drape over her shoulders. "...guy must have stepped in a pile of hippogriff dung this morning, because he wasn't having it with a custom order." His other hand reached into his pocket where he pulled out a small square, and clearly handmade, brown packet that he then slide over to her with his finger. "But I still got you covered. You are just going have to DIY it this time."
He had perfected the balance of cinnamon to roll in his confectionary recipe and it was just easier to measure everything out and store it accordingly. So...he had a small box of cinnamon packets in his store. And since she tended to like adding cinnamon to things, maybe even sprinkled on fruit for all he knew, he had tucked a few into his pocket for their date.
"You can thank me later," he added, entirely too smug to be considered thoughtful.
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