She woke up to the not completely unfamiliar sound of someone coughing nearby, but as she sat up to rub the sleep out of her eyes, still halfway asleep, it took Mipha a moment before she realised that it was Revali she could hear coughing right on the other side of the thin wall that separated their bedrooms.

Forcing herself to get up even though her alarm clock told her that she did not technically have to be awake for another ten minutes, Mipha shuddered in the cold air that surrounded her and tiptoed her way into Revali's room.

It looked like a wind had swept through the room, creating the mess that met her when she opened the door. Granted, it had been a while since she had been in there, but Mipha was still almost completely certain that there had not been a pile of clothes lying in one corner of the room when she had been in there to look for a book last week. Although the curtains were closed, a few rays of sun had still made their way into the room, showing just how much dust was really in the air as it flew through the light. And to top it all off, Revali was lying in his bed, on top of the sheets that looked like they needed to be changed immediately from the crumbled look of them. But even though the sorry state of the room was more than enough, it was still Revali who looked the most miserable, lying on his back and looking directly up into the ceiling while coughing loudly.

Even as Mipha tried her best to make enough noise for him to notice her, tapping her foot against the floor and clearing her throat, a few seconds still passed before Revali looked away from the ceiling to instead meet her gaze.

"Ah, Mipha!" he exclaimed, and she could see how he tried to push himself up into a sitting position before seemingly giving up completely and going limp again, letting his head fall back onto his pillow.

"Are you okay?"

The look that he sent let her know that it was not the smartest question to ask someone lying in their bed while attempting to propel themselves off said bed by coughing, but he still managed a weak nod. "Yeah, I am doing perfectly fine, this is super fun, I am really enjoying myself here," he said, sarcasm dripping from every word.

She just sighed and leant against the doorframe. "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Can you get me some more tissues?" Revali said, gesturing limply towards the tissue box on his bedside table and then at the bag on the floor beneath it. Mipha tried not to look too closely at the contents of it, but the short glimpse she did manage to catch told her that it was already halfway filled with crumbled up paper tissues. "I am about to run out."

"Of course."

Just as she was about to turn around and go check if they perhaps had another box hidden away somewhere in the kitchen—hoping that Revali had not decided to rearrange everything in there again—Revali continued. "One more thing. Can I also ask you to cover my shift for me as well? I was supposed to be there from two to five today, but well, given how I am feeling right now, I doubt I will be able to be anywhere other people's food anytime soon. It won't conflict with your lectures, will it?"

After mentally going through her schedule for the day, Mipha answered. "No, it won't, so I will gladly cover your shift for you."

"Thank you, although I doubt you will do it gladly—the asshole from last month seems to have decided that the only way he can get revenge on me is by continuing to return during my shifts to complain about everything while I prepare his order, and I swear, every time he does it, I get one second closer to just throwing his coffee at him."

"Why don't you just tell Urbosa about it?" Mipha asked. "If someone is coming back just to be a nuisance, I am sure she would tell him to leave the café forever."

"Oh, no, you misunderstood it," the joy in Revali's voice was apparent when he continued, "he might complain about everything, but I also make sure to get everything wrong every time just to see when it gets too much for him and he simply decides to stop coming back. I thought he would have had enough when I ended up pouring salt into his coffee instead of sugar, but, no, he was back the next day." Revali chuckled, although the sound was soon interrupted by another fit of coughing.

Trying to figure out if she should do anything about that worrying piece of information and coming to the conclusion that it really did not concern her, Mipha bit her lip. "Well, as long as you won't actually throw his cup of coffee at him—"

"I can't promise anything—"

"—I won't try to stop you. However, I will still say that I don't think what you are doing is a good idea."

"Sure, sure, I knew you would say that. But you will still cover my shift for me, right?"

"Right," Mipha agreed as she closed the door and tried not to think too much about whether or not it was really good for Revali to stay in there in the middle of the jumble of clothes, books, and general possessions when he was already sick. No matter what, Mipha was not about to go back in there to open up the window, and if Revali wanted to go and lie on the couch, he could probably do that on his own anyway.

So, after she had made sure that Revali's supply of paper tissues would be able to at the very least last him until she got home again, Mipha left the flat just a little under an hour later, grabbing her bicycle from the bicycle shed. Although her day had just gotten a lot longer with a shift added to the end of her lectures for the day, she felt more energetic than usual as she made her way to the university buildings.

She had not expected for Zelda not to be there. Of course, in hindsight, Mipha should have been able to guess that Zelda most likely did not go to visit the café once every day, but after weeks of seeing her during almost every single one of her shifts, Zelda sitting there at the counter in front of her had become a just as familiar part of her work as the act of making the coffee itself.

But still, Mipha tried to ignore the little sting of disappointment as she got to work, busying herself with remembering the exact details of the orders of what looked to be a mother with her two children, judging from the tired expression on the mothers face as she told the youngest of the children for the third time that, no, he could not climb up to sit on the counter, it was rude and unhygienic.

"You know what?" Mipha said. "If you want to, I could show you how to make the cup of cocoa you will be drinking in just a couple of minutes. Do you want to see that?"

The girl nodded enthusiastically, the plait at either sides of her head whipping through the air as she all but ran over to the other side of the counter to stand on tiptoes while Mipha talked her through the process of preparing the cocoa.

They were about halfway through pouring the finished product into a mug when Mipha saw Link step over to her out of the corner of her eyes, reaching out like he wanted to tap her on the shoulder before withdrawing his hand again, perhaps because Mipha turned around to hold up the still half-full pot of burning hot cocoa.

"I think there is someone who wants to speak with you," Link whispered before taking the pot away from her.

It didn't appear that the family minded the sudden change, the little girl simply following the exchange of the pot with her eyes before continuing to bombard Link with questions about his job, so, wiping the cocoa powder off her hands with the towel, Mipha turned back towards the counter to see just who had asked for her.

It was Zelda.

She was standing right across from her, both hands planted against the countertop as she swayed lightly from side to side.

Seeing Mipha look at her, Zelda pushed herself away from the counter, giving her a slight wave. "Hi. I didn't think you would be in here today."

"No," Mipha said, regaining the ability to speak, "no, I wasn't really supposed to be here. But my roommate and co-worker, Revali, was sick, so I decided to cover his shift for him, and, well," she pointed towards herself with a quick motion, "here I am. But I actually didn't think you would come in today."

"Well, originally, I wasn't—I already had a plan to go to the library to try to find a book about robotics—but, well, what can I say?" wrinkles appeared around Zelda's eyes, and Mipha could almost see how the sparkle in them made her face seem softer. "You make the best coffee in the entire world so when I saw that you were here, I just knew that I couldn't walk past without getting a cup of coffee."

Already halfway reaching out to grab one of the cardboard cups, Mipha nodded along. "So I take it that you want a cup of coffee to go?"

Zelda blinked, looking back and forth between Mipha and the cups for a couple of seconds before she began, her sentence coming out slowly, like she was considering every word. "Actually… I think I will just stay here for a little while. I doubt that anyone will actually want to get all of the books about robotics from the library during the next couple of hours, so waiting a bit can't hurt, can it now?"

"You're right, it probably can't," Mipha agreed and tried to keep her movements calm, not letting the joy at Zelda staying show, "so let me guess, you want the usual?"

"You know me too well."

The coffee beans clattered against the metallic sides of the coffee mill as Mipha poured them in, pushing the button and letting the machine start with a whirring noise before she came back to the counter and Zelda. "That, or you just drink so much coffee I am beginning to doubt whether or not it is actually healthy for you. You know, as a medical science student, I should probably try to warn you about the dangers of consuming too much caffeine."

"You can try, but I will have to warn you that Impa has already tried doing that at least once a week, and so far, all of her speeches and reminders not to drink so much coffee haven't really done anything. If anything they have done the opposite—the more you tell me that caffeine is dangerous, the more I want to drink even more caffeine, if nothing else then just to see what happens."

Mipha shook her head at her, unable to keep the amusement out of her tone as looked back at Zelda. "I know for a fact that someone has already done that, so if you really want to know what the results of copious amounts of coffee will do to you, I am sure that you can just look it up online or something."

"Yeah, but that doesn't tell me what it will do to my body." Zelda managed to stay somewhat serious for several seconds, something Mipha had to applaud her for, but then she did also give in, doubling up with laughter. "No, but seriously," she said, once she had regained the control of her voice, "who can say that the fact that I can't have milk in my coffee won't have an effect in how the caffeine affects me? That's right, no one, unless I experience it myself by drinking way too much coffee. And luckily, you are making it quite enjoyable for me."

"Thank you, I will take that as a compliment!" Mipha chuckled, grabbing the top shelf of the cabinet to help her get up to find a cup without risk of falling over. Placing it down on the counter in front of Zelda, Mipha had almost managed to pour the coffee directly into the mug before she remembered the newest addition to the menu and pausing. "Actually, that reminds me; we have just gotten oat milk in yesterday, do you want to try that?"

"Oat milk?" Zelda lifted an eyebrow, shooting her a questioning glance that caused Mipha to hold her breath, hoping desperately that her research had not been wrong and that oat milk would actually go well with coffee. "Yes, I would like that very much. Did you just get it in?"

Masking her sigh of relief as simply being her clearing her throat, Mipha nodded. "Yeah, I talked with Urbosa, the owner of this place, about it not that long ago, and she agreed that it did not make much sense to sell muffins made without the use of dairy but not to offer the same experience when people just want to buy a cup of coffee. So, yeah, there's oat milk now. It was what people seemed to prefer to put in their coffee."

"Well, I don't know about everybody else, but I know for a fact that I at the very least agree with that," Zelda said, "so if it isn't too much of an issue, I would really like oat milk in my coffee."

"Not at all, not at all." the soft sound of the timer told her that the coffee was done brewing, and before long, Mipha had pushed the porcelain cup over the counter towards Zelda, the cup stopping right on front of her. "And now, your muffin." the plate with the muffin on followed right after the cup of coffee. "Although that is still the same old recipe."

"The same good old recipe," Zelda corrected her, having already picked up the teaspoon to mix the sugar into her coffee.

"Sure, that too."

Looking up from her muffin, Zelda snapped her fingers at her. "Oh, I almost forgot to ask you, but is your roommate all right? I don't think I have ever talked with him, but from what little I did see the first time I came in, he didn't look like the type of person to let some minor thing keep him away from this place."

Unable to keep a small smile off her face at the memory of Revali having been only a few seconds away from setting a new record for himself and actually going through with throwing someone's cup at them, Mipha let out a short laugh. "Oh, he will be fine. But just between the two of us, I almost think that the man you saw exit the café that day might be the one of us who is the most upset about Revali not being here today?"

"What? Why?" Zelda mumbled in the middle of chewing through a bite of her muffin.

"Revali told me he keeps coming in to complain and to threaten to get him fired." Mipha shrugged. "I mean, I know Revali and there is no way he is ever going to give up a fight, so although he sounds quite annoying, I almost feel bad for him. Picking a fight with Revali is definitely not something you want to do, because the more you try to annoy him, the more Revali is going to enjoy making every little interaction with him difficult for you. He is… well, stubborn almost doesn't feel like it will be enough to describe it, but let's just say that you don't want to find yourself in a discussion about practically anything with him because he is simply not going to give up."

"And what about you?"

"What?"

Placing her muffin back onto the plate, Zelda cocked her head and looked up at her. "You said that Revali doesn't ever give up. What about you?"

"Oh, well, Revali says that I am a pushover, but I prefer to think of myself as being able to stand my own in a fight and that I just often deem it too unimportant to waste my time on."

"So what you are actually saying is that if I have to pick an argument with one of you, I should pick you since you are the most likely to end up agreeing with me?" Zelda asked and used her teaspoon to point towards Mipha. "Or at least that is what I am hearing."

"No," Mipha admitted, "though that is a tactic that Revali would probably agree with you on."

"Hey! You two!" the sound of an angry voice interrupting their conversation made both Zelda and Mipha turn to look in the direction of the sound.

There was a man standing at the other end of the counter, glaring daggers at Mipha. Once he had seen that he had managed to get her attention, Mipha saw how he started tapping his foot against the floor, snapping his fingers at her. "Yes, I am talking to you. Stop chattering away, I want to order something."

Even if it had not been for how she could still recognise his face even after nearly four weeks, his behaviour alone would have been enough to let Mipha know that this was indeed the man who seemed to have appointed himself as Revali's newest archenemy.

Whispering a quick apology to Zelda and silently praying that the man had not been standing there for too long, had not overheard the entirety of their conversation, Mipha put on the most pleasant expression she could muster and walked over to the other end of the counter. "Yes, of course, sir. What can I get for you?"

The man simply huffed and leant to the side. "Are you the only one at work right now?"

Mipha could see how he was attempting to look into the back of the shop, evidently to try to catch a glimpse of Revali. Doing her best to keep a smile off her face, she shook her head. "No, I am not the only one, but I am afraid that my co-worker is busy right now."

Seemingly spotting Link and coming to the conclusion that Revali was not there and that if he had come in to pick a fight, he had wasted his time, the man's expression grew even angrier. "That's such a poor way to run a business. There is a queue," he waved his hand at the empty space behind him, the fact that that might not have been the best way to prove his point taking him a few seconds too long to realise. At least Mipha could see how his cheeks grew a bit redder as he continued, "and then you aren't even working."

Just as Mipha was about to open her mouth—she wasn't even entirely sure if it was to apologise again or to attempt to explain herself and risk making it all worse—Zelda had jumped off her stool and gone to stand next to the man, looking directly up at him.

"And you aren't even ordering anything, simply complaining, so, really, how is she supposed to start preparing your order if you don't tell her anything?"

"You," the man started, but then he went silent, his mouth moving as he tried to figure out how to continue, "I—"

"Listen," Zelda continued, using the opportunity the man's sudden silence provided her with, "why don't you just sit back for a while and try to figure out what you want to order? That way, you won't slow down the queue for any other who might also want to get a cup of coffee. That, or simply leaving again since I don't think you actually came in to get a cup of coffee now, did you?"

Glancing over at Mipha, the man made a little, jerky movement with his head. "Yeah, sure. I didn't even want anything from here anyway, I have tasted it and it was the worst cup of coffee I have ever tasted."

Trying her best to keep her face emotionless, Mipha cut in before Zelda got the chance to argue with that. "Well, if you don't want to actually buy anything, the door is right there."

Mumbling something more, a few of the words that Mipha managed to catch sounding suspiciously like Revali's name, the man turned around and followed her advice, slamming the door shut behind him.

For a moment, Mipha and Zelda just looked at each other, fighting to keep a just somewhat serious expression, but then Zelda started laughing and Mipha followed suit moments later.

"Okay," Mipha managed to force out in between two bursts of laughter, "I am beginning to understand why Revali would want to keep him around instead of asking Urbosa to do something about it, because coming in only to complain about your least favourite barista not being there is simply the most absurd thing I think I have ever experienced from a customer. Thank you for defending me, by the way."

"Oh, that was nothing, I am just happy to help."

"Well, in that case, I owe you a favour. Tell me, what is your favourite song?"

A confused expression appeared on Zelda's face. "Why?"

Mipha simply winked at her. "You will just have to wait and see. Now, tell me, what is your favourite song? Please tell me it is something relatively calm."

"No such luck, haven't I mentioned that I only like music that is so loud you risk permanent hearing loss every second you are listening to it?" Zelda chuckled and waved her hand. "No, if I have to be serious, my favourite song will probably have to be Ballad of the Goddess. Why?"

"Because of this." quickly tapping at her phone a couple of times, Mipha motioned towards the loudspeakers hanging from the wall above them, Zelda following her line of sight.

"Oh." as the sound of harp-playing gradually replaced the last song, the corners of Zelda's mouth slowly curled up into a little smile as she let out a breathy laugh. "Thank you."

"It was nothing. Just another perk of being able to control the music in here, it can be used as a quick way to repay favours."

"Perhaps, but I still want to say thank you." at that, a loud, buzzing noise coming from Zelda's coat pocket interrupted them, Zelda twitching slightly before she reached down to pull a phone out of her pocket. It continued to ring while Zelda made a pained expression, holding the phone up in front of her. "I am sorry, but I am kind of expecting an important call, and well—"

Seeing where it was going, Mipha did her best to hide her disappointment. "No, no, I totally understand. You should probably hurry up and answer the call."

"Yeah, probably." but despite her words, Zelda maintained eye contact for a couple of seconds longer before she pressed the button on her phone and brought it up to her ear. As she turned around to head through the door, coming to a stop right outside the café, Mipha only caught the first couple of words, a muttered apology. From the way Zelda continued to pace around outside the building, twirling a strand of hair around her fingers as she talked into the phone, annoyance written across her face, Mipha was fairly sure that more apologies followed the first one, and although she knew that it had nothing to do with her, she could still feel the anger directed towards the person on the end of the phone making her clench her fists.

Zelda came back in only a few minutes later, but already from the way she refused to meet her gaze and how she quickly grabbed her things, Mipha could tell that it had not been a pleasant call.

"I am sorry," Zelda mumbled, shoving her phone back into her pocket as she went to pick up her bag, "but my father just called and I have to go see him now."

"Oh," trying to figure out how to respond to that, Mipha spotted the half-eaten muffin that was still sitting on its plate, "well, in that case, don't forget your muffin."

Pausing to grab the pastry in question, something that might have been a slight hint of a smile appeared on Zelda's face. "Sure. Thank you, by the way. And I am sorry about having to leave in such a hurry."

"Don't worry about it."

Mipha wasn't sure if Zelda heard that as she had already twirled around and exited the shop, all but running through the room to get to the door. She opened it with a push of her shoulder, ran down the streets, and just like that, she was gone.

Shaking her head, Mipha tried her best not to think too much about what had just happened. It was fine. Most likely, Zelda's father was okay and had just wanted to call his daughter to get a chance to talk with her. Although Mipha could not figure out why that would have left Zelda in such a bad mood all of a sudden and requiring her to leave the café at a moment's notice, but she supposed that that might just be how it was between Zelda and her father.

Besides, Mipha would most likely get a chance to ask Zelda if everything was okay the next time she would come to visit the café, so really, it was fine.

But although Mipha tried her best to convince herself not to worry, she couldn't ignore the feeling of worry sitting in the pit of her stomach as she soon became busy with preparing two cups of coffee for an elderly couple sitting at the table in the corner of the store.

She must have succeeded in her attempt at appearing not to have to supress the urge to send a wistful glance in the direction of where Zelda must have disappeared, or else Link was simply already thinking about something else, for as he came back to stand next to her at the counter only moments later, he did not even follow her line of sight.

"How is Revali?" he asked, and in an instant, Mipha knew that the correct guess was the later.

"The way he always is. Only, now, he is also looking like his legs might give up if he tries to walk anywhere."

It was not that funny, and yet Link laughed. From how he was looking towards the Couple-table, Mipha was almost entirely certain that the laugh and the way his gaze turned distant had nothing to do with what she had said, but rather the person they were discussing.

"Yeah, I suppose he is." Link said, finally breaking the silence. He must have realised that she was looking up at him, for his ears were slightly redder than usual when he turned back around, sending her a lopsided grin. "I suppose we should probably get back to work, especially since Revali is counting on you."

Mipha shrugged, afraid that she would not have been able to control her words if she had opened her mouth. For the truth was that as she stood there, she would rather have asked Zelda if she could come with her to continue the conversation than stay there.

But it was her job, so Mipha pushed the urge to pull her apron over her head and run after Zelda, instead trying her best to pretend that she was content handing cup after cup of coffee over to customers.

She returned home to find that Revali had gotten better while she had been gone, or at least her roommate was no longer lying in his bed, having instead moved into the kitchen where he had been about to move a stack of what looked like it was different kitchen utensils from one drawer to another.

Deciding to simply wait to see how long it would take for him to notice her presence, Mipha slowly closed the door behind her and went to stand in the doorway between the corridor and the kitchen.

The answer turned out to be that it required more than she had expected, as Revali did not turn around to look at her until she had coughed a couple of times.

"Mipha!" he exclaimed, almost dropping the knife he had just picked up before covering up his shock by catching it with his other hand and finishing it all off with a flourish and a short bow. "Weren't you supposed to get home at six?" he pushed his sleeve up to check the time on his wristwatch, but Mipha stopped him.

"You don't mean to tell me that you haven't already memorised the schedule?"

"Nope, I haven't! Nowadays, I mostly use the amount of rude customers I have had to help as a way to keep track of time." exaggerating a sigh, Revali closed the drawer and pressed the back of his hand to his forehead. "And, sadly, I seem to meet them more and more these days."

"Oh, yeah, that reminds me that you have to tell the guy you almost threw coffee at when you get sick, because he came in today, and I am pretty sure that he was looking for you."

"Really?" Revali leant back against the counter. "Well, I suppose that Coffee-man and I do have some sort of bond, a profound understanding of each other." when Mipha simply shot him a deadpan look, Revali shook his head. "No, but seriously, I hope he wasn't too annoying, because if that was the case, I might have to actually tell him what I think about him the next time we meet. And I suppose that my chance to do so might come quite soon."

"Why?"

"Because I am going to return the favour you did for me and take care of your shift this Monday."

Something in Mipha's stomach turned into stone as she remembered how Zelda had left the café in a hurry of apologies and with an upset expression on her face. Monday had been supposed to be Mipha's chance to ask her if everything was okay at home and if Revali took the shift from her, Mipha was fairly sure that she could check her calendar to see that she would have to wait until the following Friday for her next chance to come. Of course, four days weren't really that much, not in the grand scheme of things at least, but still, with the way Zelda had looked while leaving, Mipha really did not want to let asking her what had happened wait any longer.

"Uh," Mipha said, trying to come up with a reason why she simply had to go to work that day, "actually, it is fine, you don't have to do that."

Tilting his head to the side, Revali repeated her words, and incredulous tone in his voice. "Seriously? You don't want me to take one of your shifts in return?" when Mipha nodded, doing her best not to appear too enthusiastic about the prospect of going to work, a slight crease appeared between Revali's brows as he moved closer towards her, placing his arm around her shoulders. "Why not? You know that you can't just use this some other day when you want me to—" he gasped, interrupting himself, "no, wait this is about that one customer you gave your umbrella to, isn't it?" it appeared that Mipha's silence was enough for him, for he did not wait for her answer. "I knew it! I knew it; you have a crush on her!"

Shaking his arm off her, Mipha protested loudly. "No, I don't!"

"Well, either way, please allow me to congratulate you." Revali blinked. "Even if you insist that she is a friend, let me tell you a little secret: friends at work are always better than enemies."

Mipha scoffed. "Like you are one to talk, did you not just tell me how you are often mere seconds away from throwing a cup of coffee at someone at work?"

"Touché. But now you have to let me take that shift, I really want to meet her."

He tried to move past her, but she was faster and before Revali had even tried to step around her, Mipha had moved over to block the doorway.

"If you embarrass me in front of her I will tell Link about your crush," she warned him.

The threat did not have the intended effect as Revali merely shot her a calculating look before he crossed his arms in front of his chest. "You would never do that."

"No, I wouldn't," Mipha admitted, "but just… please don't say anything embarrassing while talking to her. I think that she thinks I am cool so just… let her believe that, will you?"

"You're already cool on your own, but, sure, I won't tell her anything."

"Thank you. Oh, and one more thing: I will cover the shift. If you want to meet her, you will just have to come in to buy something."

Tapping his fingers against his chin, Revali pretended to consider whether or not to turn down the offer. "Wow, I don't know, to get the chance to not have to come to work that day and to instead sit at the counter with my cup of coffee while I watch you and Link struggle to meet the demands of the customers while I also get the chance to see who this Zelda is, now why would I accept that offer? But, you know what, since it is you, I think I will say okay, just this once." sitting up a bit straighter, Revali snapped his fingers at her. "But actually, that reminds me, you still haven't told me if Coffee-man was so annoying that I will have to give him the chance to live up to his name."

"I don't think I want to know what that means," Mipha grinned, "but no, it didn't get too bad. Although I think I owe at least part of that to Zelda since she began arguing with him as well. You should have seen her; I think she might just actually have gone through with throwing his own cup of coffee at him if he had not left when he did."

Lightly nudging her in the rib with his elbow, Revali returned the grin. "Well, if that is the case, I don't see any reason for you to worry about whether or not we will get along. She sounds amazing."

"I wasn't actually worried about the two of you not liking each other. If anything, I fear that you might like each other a bit too much. Hylia knows that the last thing I need is two people getting defensive and threatening to throw coffee at customers."

Revali just winked at her. "I can't promise anything."

"Mipha where is the milk?"

The sound of Revali's voice coming from the kitchen as well as the sound of someone digging through the fridge, no doubt messing up the order Mipha had finally managed to achieve the last time she had organised its contents, made her immediately abandon her oatmeal to instead go to see what he was talking about.

Just as she had feared, Mipha found Revali having halfway crawled into their tiny fridge in his search for the milk. And of course she saw the entire milk carton she had bought just a few days ago standing right there towards the front of the fridge.

"Are we talking about milk like this one?" she asked drily and picked up the carton to hand it to Revali as he pulled has arm back out of the fridge, letting go of the bottle of ketchup he had apparently been about to question about the whereabouts of the milk.

Revali barely spared the carton a glance before he shook his head. "No, that is not our usual milk, it's oat milk."

"Yeah, and so what?"

"Well, I don't like it."

Resisting the urge to roll her eyes at him, Mipha shifted the carton over to her other hand. "Have you ever even tasted it?"

"No, but I know for a fact that I like my old milk, so why do we have to change it for something else?"

"Because I went to the supermarket to buy oat milk for the café and then I deciding that I would like to try it as well."

Revali did not look any less confused after her explanation, still staring at her with raised eyebrows. "But why did you even decide that we needed oat milk for the café in the first place? I thought we were doing just fine before."

"We were, but I talked with Urbosa about it and she agreed with me that it wouldn't hurt to make sure that everyone would be able to have milk in their coffee, not when that is the thing we primarily sell and a lot of people aren't able to drink anything with dairy in it."

"Okay, but I just still don't really see…" Revali paused, and Mipha saw a glint she knew all too well what meant appear in his eyes, "wait, this is just like that one time with the umbrella—"

"It really isn't—"

But he ignored her. "Am I correct if I say that I think that this Zelda can't have dairy?"

Mipha wanted to lie, she really did. But at the same time, she was too aware of the fact that the truth would most likely come out sooner or later either by Revali simply seeing through any lie she might attempt to use or by Zelda giving it away the moment she would meet Revali. So instead of even making an attempt to deny it, Mipha nodded. "Yeah, she can't have dairy. But," she hurried to add, seeing the look on Revali's face, "there are several other people who can't have dairy either, so, really, this is going to benefit everyone."

"Yeah, I get that, but I am also one hundred per cent certain that you can't remember the name of a single other customer who has ever asked for dairy-free milk."

"Well, no, not right now, but Zelda also comes back regularly so of course it would be easier for me to recall her name. Besides, you and Link—"

"Okay, you know what?" Revali interrupted, placing his hand on the side of his face, though he did not succeed in hiding the little red spots spreading over his cheeks and neck. "You're right. You're right about the oat milk and I won't try to argue against it. I will just remember to go and buy some milk for myself later today. How does that sound?"

She tried her best to ignore the feelings of guilt, but in the end, she gave in. of course she did.

"No, I can go and pick it up for you later. Or at the very least I can do it tomorrow on my way home for the library."

Revali shot her a long look before letting out a sigh. "Okay, I am beginning to feel quite relieved that Zelda is there at the café, just in case."

Mipha just shrugged, but deep down, she had to admit that she agreed with Revali. However, that had much less to do with how Zelda had intervened when the Coffee-man had begun to complain and more to do with how Zelda's eyes sparkled, reflecting the light from the lamps placed throughout the café and how she leant in over the counter when Mipha asked her about her book, gesturing wildly as she explained an important plot point.

But although Revali looked at her, clearly waiting for her reply, Mipha stayed silent, as she instead turned around and went to grab her computer, determined to finish at least a few of her assignments that evening.