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"Massster..." this came from a disembodied head floating in front of Raistlin's desk. The archmagus didn't look up immediately, busy scratching writing onto a piece of flattened parchment, the quill in his thin golden fingers practically vibrating with the speed of his notes.

Genessia was a land of fascinating marvels. He'd be sure not to forget a single one.

"Masssster pleasssse," the head tried a second time.

Finally, Raistlin glanced up, impatient at the interruption. "What?"

"Therrrre is an intruderrr in the Grrove."

That. That was interesting, and Raistlin's hand finally stilled. "In the Grove, you say?"

"Yesssss. The defenderrrssss have not been able to kill it..."

Extremely interesting. Something from Genessia, no doubt, nothing else would make sense. The blackrobe dabbed the last of the ink off the feather quill onto a pad and set the instrument aside, and then took the time to carefully close up the inkwell. This could take a while.

And so it was that whatever this stranger was doing, he suddenly wasn't the only living creature in the dark, ancient grove. Raistlin lurked in the deepest shadows, silently watching.

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"Between the two? Sweet." But keep in mind, Wade, the lack of sugar in high fantasy land. Go easy on it!

Okay so maybe not a unicorn frap but he'll bring back something sweet! He'll bear in mind the lack of sugar, really.

Seriously, not a bit. He'll remember.

It'd take a while of course, to go, get the actual drink, and come back. Distance and the line and the wait time, etc. Plenty of time for Raistlin to get all of his clothes back on and probably even get some decent reading done before the merc would return, clutching an iced coffee for Raistlin....

And a fucking unicorn frap for himself, shut up no one said he couldn't have one.

"Alright, so this shit comes hot and cold, I got you the cold one, seemed like the better choice of the two."

It was true! Raistlin had had plenty of time to get dressed, and was now sitting in the study again. Everything that had fallen from the desk during his own tumble had been stacked back up onto it, and he of course had a few books open.

The mage looked up at Wade's entrance, of course. "I will trust your judgement on such matters."

Wow that was a colorful thing in Wade's other hand. What the fuck.

The less colorful drink was set down in front of Raistlin, straw already in it, while Wade sat back in another seat to take a long, slow, indulgent slurp from the unicorn frap.

"You got full caf there by the way, so if you're still tired, you're about to be not tired anymore." Just gonna guess that's the case, he's pretty sure caffeine isn't actually a thing in high fantasy land either.

"Full... caf?" The hell is caf? Raistlin lifts the drink and turns it around in his hands, trying to puzzle out how to drink it between the lid and the unfamiliar object that was a straw.

"You suck the drink out through the straw. It's so you don't actually have to hold the cup and warm up the drink if you don't wanna." He'd taken his phone out again, scrolling through it as he took another slurp.

"Yeah, caf. Caffeine. It's like the exact opposite of alcohol."

...Huh.

"It feels like... ice. There is ice in here?" Wade had said he'd gotten the cold one, was that how they managed to make it as such? How were they storing ice in this season? Someone's cellar? He'd heard of that method, although it wasn't common practice in Ansalon.

Well.

May as well give it a try.

Cue a little sip and then he had to sit there and think about it for a minute.

"Yeah, it's iced coffee." Again, super casual, the rattling of his own drink betraying all the ice his own had too.

"I got it more subtle sweet, I figured medieval magic land doesn't have a whole lot of caramel and chocolate syrup pumps just laying around."

"You would be correct, there, considering I don't even know what those are."

Any of it, really. He hadn't spent much time at all in Genessia proper before opening the way to his tower and doing most of his studying of the world from afar.

"I'll get a sample later." Why not? Why not introduce his new best friend to some edible shit that's got a shelf life of fifty plus years? Looked like the man needed it.

"Coffee's probably the worlds most popular drink though. Drink enough of that, and you'll probably find out why."

"The caffeine?"

A drink that made one less tired? He could definitely see the appeal. Another cautious sip -- either the flavor was okay, or not bad enough to ward him off.

"Yeah that. Shit, there's some people that can't even start the day right without a cup. All the sugar that gets tossed into it usually helps too."

But, again, Wade had done his best to make sure the drink was more subtle. A modern person would have called that iced coffee 'bitter', but he was pretty sure it'd be just sweet enough for Raistlin.

It was plenty sweet enough to someone unused to readily available sugar! But Raistlin seemed to find it at least tolerable, taking a third sip without complaint.

So there was that. It couldn't all be from curiosity as to the effects of caffeine. Could it? ~~It could, but it wasn't.~~

"I take it that this is on your world, as well." Wade did seem to be from a similar setting as the main city of Genessia. Raistlin had sussed that out based off the types of gun ammunition that could be sourced from different archways.

Hey, they guy was drinking it, that was good enough. Wade was pretty sure at this point that Raistlin wasn't exactly the type to bullshit him for the sake of salvaging his feelings.

"Oh yeah, home's pretty much like here." Stupid people and all.

"I mean we don't technically have a Starbucks here, but they still know what a unicorn frap and a venti mocha caramel with half pump chocolate half pump caramel is so it's pretty much the fuckin' same."

As usual, half of what came out of Wade's mouth was incomprehensible to the mage. But also as usual, he was pretty good at ignoring those parts.

The mage eventually actually sat back from his books, the coffee in hand, odd eyes fixed on Wade as per usual. The one change in the room, and one that didn't rot.

"... That was all Greek to you." Yeah he knows. He just stares back, pretty well used to this by now.

"Well if you want more, write that down because that's what I asked for. God willing, someday, I'll get you to go outside and we might just make it to a coffee shop."

Staring contest, go!

"Why are you interested in having me leave the tower?"

"Beeeeeeeeecaaaaaauuuuuussseeeee I wanna hang out with you more, and I like to leave the tower."

"How unfortunate, then, that I have little use for any of the worlds outside of this place."

Cuz fuck 'em, that's why!

"Look you could at least come get coffee with me, we don't have to talk to anyone. No one talks to anyone in the coffee shop, they're all there because they need coffee."

"Is that something that friends do?"

Or are you asking him on a date.

"Yes, that is something that friends do, it's something that best friends do too, true story. I've had friends before."

"That would make one of us."

You're his firsty first, Wade.

"Very well."

".... You're gonna go to the coffee shop with me? ... What wait really?"

"Is this a trick question of some sort?"

He'd said yes, hadn't he?