let me tell you about the amazing potential of Cosette and Feuilly as foster siblings opening a coffee shop together
It has a large counter in a U shape, and one half of it is decidated to the coffee and the other to the tea; there are plants and dainty tea cups and feature art and crafts from local people, which Cosette and Feuilly still personally pick and they have impeccable taste
it’s all open space and large tables, there are workshop organised every week – first it’s their friends teaching whoever wants to come about skills, relaxation techniques, or discussions about what’s happening in the world, but it ends up being so popular they have an actual schedule and a website to book your place in one of these workshops
they have poetry nights, too
Cosette makes the sweetest hot chocolates and chai lattes and Feuilly’s so good with latte art
they hire pretty much anyone who needs a job, no matter what their pasts or experiences are – that’s how Marius ended up learning how to make pastries, and he’s good at it
they have a suspended coffee system that never go under a dozen suspended coffees available
because Valjean’s not getting any younger, he feels bad about not being able to do as much as before, and Cosette and Feuilly know he’s getting a bit lonely, so they 100% include him in their venture and he works there part time and he loves it and he meets people and talk to them and I’m so happy guys I just want Jean Valjean to be happy that’s the only thing that matters
Tag: I REALLY CAN’T
Anakin Skywalker & Obi-Wan Kenobi ~ Obikin
I still had one of these! It’s stoooooooone old … o.o
Courfeyrac and Feuilly ♛: Sharing a dessert ? ^_^ (Can be platonic or romantic, whichever you prefer. ^_^)
“Will y’all be having dessert today?” the waitress asked as she cleared their plates.
Courfeyrac smiled expectantly across the table at Feuilly, who tried not to blush.
“Nothing for me,” he said, turning his own polite smile up at her.
“Blasphemer,” Courfeyrac stage-whispered, grinning at the waitress when she laughed. “I’d like the churros, please.”
Feuilly felt a twitch of wanting; he hadn’t had churros in years, but even being in a sit-down restaurant was a splurge. Dessert would be overdoing it.
“I saw that,” Courfeyrac said, and Feuilly could feel his stomach sinking. “Come on, you so want some. Treat. Yo. Self.”
“N-no,” Feuilly insisted. “I’m really too full, honest. I’d never be able to finish them.”
“Fine, fine. You can have some of mine.”
“Oh, that’s really not –” Feuilly sputtered as the waitress made her way back to the kitchen.
“I insist!” Courfeyrac said grandly. “A good meal just isn’t complete unless you round it out with something sweet.”
Feuilly ducked his head and stifled a series of embarrassing thoughts about Courfeyrac’s presence more than adequately filling the position of “something sweet.”
“Only because you ordered churros,” he relented.
“That’s the spirit!”
Movie star BB-8 meets tiny Sphero BB-8.
I’ve felt it.
Did I miss something?