Damien hadn’t noticed the slim figure approach him or the struggle she had been having with misbehaving confectionary items prior to her welcoming him.  He gave her a small smile and absent-mindedly played with the dice between his fingers, a small nervous smile on his face made for a poor mask as his feeling of tenseness grew with each lingering second.<br/><br/>He palmed the dice and sent them rolling across the counter where they came to rest and displayed a three and a two.  He concentrated on this for a moment before glancing back up at the menu.<br/><br/>“D..d..d..”  he clenched and unclenched his fingers for a moment, trying to get a grasp of his stammering voice.  “D..do you happp..pen to have any Hot Ch..chocolate.” he tried again to smile and relax a little more.  He glanced again at the dice before scooping them backup.<br/><br/>“I will n..need marshmallows t..too.  Thank you”