"So that was a large ice cap, yes?'
Hong Kong merely nodded to the superficially smiling woman behind the desk, her hair tied back under a hair net and hat branded Tim Hortons. He supposed he could understand the appeal Matthew had for the place. One of Canada's largest chains and their menu items, while not technically fast food, retained enough gloss of homey-ness to struggle in a bit of charm.
And coffee. They were quite obsessed about the coffee.
"Oh!' the woman suddenly remarked as she held forth the young Asian's ice cap, "and would you perhaps like to buy one of our smile cookies?" the woman suddenly asked, pointing to several cookies with happy faces painted on with icing. "It's for a good cause."
Hong Kong looked at the item. He turned back with narrowed his eyes. "…I don't trust food with faces."
There was a pregnant silence. Then Hong Kong sipped at his drink and slowly backed away to his table.
Remember when I said I'd use these to remind you I'm not dead?
Yeah.