Lucio moved up to the counter with Ansel, smiling warmly at the vaguely familiar young man who stood behind the counter. He listened to Ansel's order quietly before he went ahead with his own, "And I will have a mocha along with a raspberry tart, please." Once he finished he turned to glance at Ansel and as soon as he saw the man's money in hand he, of course, opened his mouth to protest. He was quickly shut up, however, by the sideways glance that the professor offered him. He frown deeply and sighed heavily in response, and it was clear enough that he was going to bring it up at a later date though for now he shut his trap. He allowed Ansel to lead him away once the sole barista in the cafe scurried off to prepare their orders, and he settled down into the soft lilac armchair without complain as he was commanded to do so.<br/><br/>He most likely would have chastised Ansel for his spending of money but the man hurriedly brought up another subject. A part of Lucio was pleased that he did, seeing as he didn't have much of a desire to argue with the man, but simultaneously he knew that eventually they'd need to talk about money, and how they were going to spend it on each other. Perhaps now wasn't the time or the place for the discussion, however, as it was all entirely possible that it would end in some sort of argument. No, perhaps they should hold that conversation for when they were through with their weekend getaway; this time in the cottage was supposed to be pleasurable, relaxing time for the pair of them, there was no reason to butt heads at all. So the boy smiled and nodded, "I'm a sucker for nearly anything sweet, always have been. Those pancakes are exceptionally delicious though, I can see why they're your favorite." Lucio laughed softly then at Ansel's comment on the faux fish and chips he'd been eating. "Yes, the american version simply cannot live up to his predecessor," he admitted softly as he relaxed back into the comfortable armchair before continuing, "My grandmother's recipe is delicious ... Though, if you want true fish and chips we'll have to make a trip to England. There's a tiny seafood shack in one of the towns we used to go oyster diving at, they catch the fish fresh every day and make it right there in front of you. It's divine."<br/><br/>He was distracted from his brief bout of reminiscing when their small meals arrive. He perked up slightly in his chair and and shifted his gaze over onto the young man that had served them. "Thank you very much, darling," he murmured kindly, his expression soft as he watched the boy blush, nod, and hurry off. "He's been working here for two years, sweet kid, makes lovely coffee," he commented as he lifted up the mug he'd been offered and hummed softly, holding the warm ceramic in close to his chest for a few moments before he took a sip of the delightfully sweet drink. He nodded in agreement with Ansel's deduction about the coffee's flavor and he lifted his eyes upwards to gaze across the table at the man. When his eyes came across the man, with foam lingering on the thick hair soft his mustache, Lucio could help but burst out laughed softly.<br/><br/>"Darling, I never noticed that you had so much gray hair, especially in your mustache," he teased, a grin spreading across his handsome features as he gazed at the man. "I mean, I know you're the big 4-0 now, but the entire bottom half is white," he laughed softly, grabbing the napkin he'd been given with his meal and leaning across the table. He delicately wiped away the foam that had clung to the man's facial hair, an undeniably fond expression on his face as he did so.