The uniformed man chuckled and took one of the pastries.  He took a sip of strong black soycaffe, swallowed, then took a bite of pastry.  "Sweet belongs in pastries," he chuckled, repeating one of his mantras, "Coffee and women should be hot, strong, and black."  he took another drain on the soycaf and glanced over at Billy.  "What can I do for you?"