Cashier: *makes him a coffee*
Luce: *sips milkshake*
Aaragon: *steals the milkshake and drinks a sip*
Luce: really?
Aaragon: *shrugs and gives it back* It's good.
Luce: Of course it is, i've got great taste. *smirks and drinks it*
Luce: but what if-
Aaragon: *puts his finger to Luce’s lips* Shh. Stop worrying. You cannot spend your days cooped up doing drugs.
Luce: *looks like he wants to protest, but doesn’t, slumps into his seat*
Aaragon: so try to enjoy yourself? Please?
Luce: *looks up and manages a small smile* for you.