"It's been brewed at 176 degrees. Drink up." Brewster stated as he placed the coffee away.
"Boy, do I love some hot coffee!" Isabelle exclaimed as she wagged her tail, sipping the coffee as she let out a giggle. "Ooh, is it hot!"
"Meh. Not hot enough, pthhhpth." Bob the purple cat admitted as he blew a raspberry. "I tasted better coffee."
"Really?" Isabelle asked as her eyes widened, facing Bob. "Do you know any locations?"
Bob rubbed the back of his head. "Well, pthhhpth, I took this train to this weird place call the Isle O' Hags. It had this weird coffee shop run by a big bee, pthhhpth." He sipped his coffee as he closed his eyes. "It was better than this coffee, pthhhpth."
"If you don't like my coffee, then you can go and leave," Brewster commented as he glanced up at Bob.
Bob rolled his eyes at Brewster. "Oh, keep your pigeon milk inside you, old man. Pthhhpth" Bob then left the Roost, with Isabelle confused as Brewster sighed in annoyance.
"I don't like customers that brag bout other coffee shops..." Brewster told Isabelle as he went back to cleaning his empty glass.