[ her gaze lingers a little too long – for various reasons, one of them being that she is trying to take this new puzzle piece handed to her and make it fit into this fragmented image she has in the back of her head. but that smile is unwavering when she rests her elbows on the counter, an arm folded across, her chin in her other hand. that position next to him feels as routine as this banter. ]

I've been bold enough to try cinnamon, but that isn't my favored spice. Though! I would not protest a spicy hot cocoa in the future. I think I might enjoy that.

[ the mug set before her is just perfect and elsa looks upon it like she's been reunited with an old friend. and, well, she has been. the bartender says nothing about the bill and she's momentarily forgotten it in favor of bringing that whipped creamed confection to her face to take a sip. naturally getting a tiny bit of cream on her nose inthe process. ]

Mmhm.