Blake smirked as Kit's mouth railed at him and the ginger girl, the child was in desperate need of caffeine.  As he walked down into the store and to the cafe, Blake made a soft comment only he and the girl could hear.<br/>"I wonder how long it will take him to remember I'm the one who makes his coffee."  Smiling at the thought, he turned his full attention to the energetic one as she flooded him with childlike energy.  "Hold there a second, I'm not the person you should be asking that question.  That honor belongs to the owner of the establishment, Mr. Rune."  Blake made a wide gesture towards the store's counter, where now only Rune stood.  It would appear that Fez left to attend other matters, though that did save Blake from pointing out which was whom.<br/>"You may direct any questions about employment to him, I have to go attend to the young sir's coffee."  Holding the door long enough for Miss Mary, then began walking back towards the cafe.<br/><br/>Entering the cafe behind Kit, Blake began preparing his favorite style of cappuccino.  As he made the drink he took slow, and deliberate care.  Making sure that every part of the drinks creation was absolutely, undeniably, excruciatingly, perfect.  After spending 15 full seconds crafting a masterful recreation of Kit's 'bad morning glare' face with the cream, Blake handed him the cup with a smile that held the slightest hint of sarcasm.<br/>"The highlight of your morning, I hope you enjoy every drop."