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Claudia eyes the specials board for a while. (She has her laptop, but so far, it's still in the bag.)
"Can't decide if I should go for coffee and pull an all-nighter or do the sensible thing."

"Go for the all-nighter," says Ianto.

Sleep? Ha! Sleep is for the weak.

"That and I can always stay here and then go home and sleep it off." Artie will thank her for it in the end, when her MacPherson-finding program is even more awesome than it currently is.
"Any of those particularly sweet?"

"The first two are, and they're all very creamy."

"I'll give the first one a try, then."
She tends toward the 'no actual coffee beans were harmed in the making of this beverage' end of the scale, when she goes for coffee. And if it's a special, then hey, why not?

"One kopi susu coming up."

He starts the preparation. (He has prepared a bit beforehand, fortunately.)

"I'm Ianto, by the way. Nice to met you."

"Claudia. Good to meetcha."
She watches him get the coffee ready. It's an interesting process, in its way, and she's not gonna pull out her laptop in the middle of the conversation.

He places a glass in front of her, so she can see the grounds sink to the bottom.

"This is one of those circumstances where you're not required to clean your plate."

"And by 'not required' we mean 'not recommended'?"
She got espresso-chip ice cream once. Never again.

"Depends on how you feel about coffee grounds."

Ianto eats espresso beans by the palmful. Om nom nom.

If her face isn't enough: "Ew. Not recommended, then."
The face does go away when she tries the drink itself, though. "This is pretty good."

Ianto chuckles. "No, not recommended.

"Good, I'm glad. I never know how people are going to react when I get adventurous."

"Adventurous with coffee is better than my style of adventurous."
Especially considering she works in the Happy Fun Ball Storage Zone.

"And what's your style of adventurous? Skipping classes?"

"More like busting my brother out of the interdimensional space he teleported himself into when I was ten. Oh, and I magnetized myself to the ceiling a few months back."
Donovans don't do anything halfway.

Ianto blinks.

"...wow. I'm impressed."

Claudia grins. "Had to get some help on the interdimensional-space thing, but hey, it netted me the coolest job ever."
And the opportunity to magnetize herself to the ceiling.

"Okay. Gimme. What is the coolest job ever? Because I think I have it, myself."

"Warehouse full of weird crap. We round it up so it doesn't wreak havoc everywhere else."

(OOC: Gotta call slowtime, but I'm totally willing to pick this up tomorrow.)

Ianto grins.

Really grins.

"I catch aliens."

[OOC Slowtime's great.]

"...That is some stiff 'best job ever' competition. I don't know what all we have in the way of aliens - our stuff's usually tied to a person. Wouldn't be at all surprised to find Roswell stuff tucked away somewhere, though."
Granted, part of what makes the job so great for Claudia is that she has a home and a family for the first time in over a decade. But the Artifacty goodness sure as hell doesn't hurt.

With his guitar, as usual, slung across his back, Orpheus offers the man behind the counter a smile as he slides onto a stool.

"Ooh, galao. Haven't had that in ages."

Ianto smiles back. You can see it if you look close. "Shall I fix you up one, then?"

"Please, yeah. We'll see if it's as good as my last." He smirks and winks, unslinging his guitar and leaning it against the bar.

Ianto looks a bit taken aback at the wink, but hey, whatever.

He sets about preparing the galao.

Orpheus seems completely oblivious to Ianto's confusion. He leans on the bar, watching the other man work.

"Is there a rotating bartending staff?"

"Ah...yeah, for a few hours a night, so the Bar can rest."

He nods. "I only ask because last night it was my aunt, and you...are definitely not my aunt."

"Yup," says Ianto. "Not an aunt. I am an uncle, but not yours unless my sister has a lot of explaining to do."

"My mother as well, since to my knowledge, I have met all her brothers, or at the very least would recognize them if pressed."

"And who is your mother?"

"Her name is Calliope."

He says this like he might possibly be talking about Calliope Smith down the road.

"That's a very pretty name," says Ianto as if he is.

"I've always thought so," Orpheus says with a smile.

"What about you?"

"My mam's name? Bronwen."

He laughs. "I meant your name, but that's good to know as well."

"Ianto. I'm Ianto."

"Good to meet you, Ianto. I'm Orpheus."

"And I thought my name was odd."

"I'd guess yours is about as common in Wales as mine is in Greece," he says, chuckling.

"You are Welsh, aren't you?"

"No, it's not even that common in Wales.

"Of course. The vowels are a dead giveaway."

"And most Greeks don't name their children Orpheus either," he points out.

"They are lovely vowels."

"So you're telling me you're the Orpheus?"

He casts down his eyelashes like a blushing maiden. "Thank you."

[ooc: Aaaaaaand slowtime.]

He laughs. "I didn't say that, did I? But yes, I am." There's a hint of self-deprecation in his tone as he confirms Ianto's suspicions.

Coffee sounds really good to Belle. She's got the night off, for once, and is just popping her head in to get a minute alone. The kids are wild, and the fact that time is stopped in the bar gives her the perfect opportunity to straighten herself out, and get rid of pent up frustration.

Or caffeinated herself until she can keep up with the kids.

"'Scuse me," She says to Ianto, her accent a bit more present than it really has to be, "I haven't heard of any 'a these drinks before."

"They're from various parts of the world," Ianto explains. "They're all coffee-based, and quite creamy, and on the sweet side.

"I can also do ordinary coffee if that's what's you prefer."

"Nah, I could do with somet'in' sweet and creamy. Which one you like best?"

When in doubt, get the bartender's opinion.

"The cafe Bambon. That's my favorite."

[ooc: Slowtime?]

"Merci. I'll have that, then."

She gives him a smile that's more friendly than seductive. Wild kids do not make flirting a high priority.

(Sure!)