It is the Drink that is Cold {open}

[Kori Ander]

"You know, the drink that is frozen, like it is outside," explained Kori. There were hand gestures, mostly pointing outside into the snow. Yes, snow, because there was a nice, gentle snowfall happening outside, most of it sticking to sides and the streets and the like. Kori had dressed appropriately, meaning that she wore an impressive coat, scarf, and a pair of thick pink mittens. None of this had been removed either, and Kori didn't seem any the worse for wear.

In fact, Kori didn't feel much the worse for wear all the way around. if anything, she was feeling much, much better. Her skin felt stronger, her body felt lighter, and she had definitely recovered a good deal of her strength. Kori felt more or less like a Tamaranean child by now. That also meant that she didn't feel the cold or the heat nearly as well as she had just a few weeks ago. So Kori compensated by wearing the clothing, though perhaps to a large extent.

Kori shifted, snow falling down off her hair and coat onto the counter. She pointed toward the menu. "It is cold outside, and therefore it is time to sample the cold things," she explained as though this were completely normal and not at all an unusual thing to be doing. In point of fact, this was completely normal, and more or less what Kori thought she should be doing. Things were cold, therefore you should enjoy the cold things. This was how it worked.

though she wasn't sure the girl behind the counter was understanding that. Kori gestured wildly with her hands, waving them and pointing. It was time for charades. "I require," she pointed at herself, "the cold," she pointed to the snow, "frozen," pointing to the snow again, "drink, for the enjoying," she mimed drinking, "at this time." she ended with a beaming smile, which only seemed to confuse the girl more. Kori groaned, lowering her head and hitting the table with her mitten-ed fist a few times. Things danced on the counter, though thankfully not as much as they could be, should her frustration keep growing...

[Stephen Schmeling]

The small, skinny man had taken a bit of a liking toward the beverages of human creation, especially the caffeinated sorts.  They weren't exactly the Energon he was used to, but they did provide a decent boost.  Unfortunately, juices and teas couldn't get him over-energized, which was basically just a fancy word for totally hammered.  Stephen didn't much care for the tea that was offered, although he was curious and tried it anyway.  He needed to keep his orders rather cheap, given his sufficient lack of money.  Or maybe he could just run from the store.  Speaking of running, the former Decepticon was beginning to feel much more spry and swift in the past weeks.  Of course, there was no way he'd reach his jet mode's top speed of mach three.  By now no average human would ever be able to catch him if he sprinted, which was adequate enough.  Regardless, he was prepared to pay the honest way.  It was the least he could do to make up to the employees who needed to deal with him on more and more frequent basis.

Stephen was at a booth in "warm clothing" consisting of a leopard print coat, a pink feather boa, very 80's-looking leg warmers and a hunter's cap; it seemed just about as stupid to him as all other human fashion.  A tea that was half filled with sugar cubes was sitting next to his hand that was placed idly on the counter.  He was tapping his fingers upon the artificial surface, trying to think of ways to fly, when he was distracted by a sight near the front counter.  Pale eyes widened a bit.  Stephen tilted his head bemusedly.  The girl had to be another sort of non-Earth-native like himself.

Poor girl, He thought, attempting to understand the sad and sorry nonsense of fleshlings.

A sort of feeling of responsibility fell over the skinny fellow.  He was sure he knew the proper terminology to discovered the solution to this mystery.  At least he was able to procure what he wanted from this establishment, albeit he'd often pronounce the names of some beverages and sweets in a more ridiculous accent than his usual voice.  Stephen's misplaced certainty only grew as he took in what Kori was trying to ask for.  He was sure he'd heard words such a substance before.  The chair he was at scraped as he stood up from the table, pointing to a seemingly random item on a roster.

"I believe the item is called a 'smushy'!" Stephen stated in a shrill, confidant tone.

[Kori Ander]

Kori had this strange tendency to take everyone at their word and believe that they were the bestest people in existence. Which was especially weird, considering that she'd fought demonic beings that tormented their children for pleasure, but Kori just clung to the whole bright side of things. I'm not particularly sure what this has to do with what's about to happen, but it seemed like a good thing to mention and put into mind.

"Yes! I require the smushy!" exclaimed Kori, hitting the counter with the flat of her hand. Her enthusiasm beat out her reservation yet again, so when Kori hit, the counter caved slightly. Kori paused to look at it, as did the poor girl on the other side of the counter. Several seconds ticked by. The girl looked up, met Kori's eyes, saw the bashful smile, and very quickly said: "right, one smushy, coming right up!"

"Two!" said Kori, extending a hand with two fingers. Which probably would have looked a lot more logical if she hadn't been wearing mittens at the time. Instead, it just looked like she held up the mitten. Thankfully, the girl had moved out of "doubt the crazy person" territory; she just nodded and scurried away.

"There, kind hearted and helpful person!" said Kori, clapping her hands and turning to Stephen. At no point did this involve actually touching the ground, but instead Kori levitated about half a foot off the ground. "It is my gift to you for being most helpful this most wonderful of time of year!"

And you would swear that light actually beamed from her smile. Thankfully, that was not one of Starfire's natural abilities.