[Huaisang grins cheerfully as she accepts the challenge, immediately waving an arm to signal a waiter and communicating the order--one of every cocktail on the menu, yes, please and thank you. It's possible the waiter might have balked more in another establishment, but in this world full of LIERs with unusual abilities, the waiter simply nods and heads off to fulfill their request.]
It's a cafe, right? It has coffee? [Huaisang's vaguely familiar with the stuff. It's like terrible, burnt, bitter tea, made from brittle black rocks. He waves a dismissive hand.] You'll be fine.
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It's a cafe, right? It has coffee? [Huaisang's vaguely familiar with the stuff. It's like terrible, burnt, bitter tea, made from brittle black rocks. He waves a dismissive hand.] You'll be fine.