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The cafe was... quaint.

It was a small structure attached to a larger bakery on the more rural side of the city. The bread smelled fresh but it didn't really matter when it was going to lose that scent in a few hours anyway and whatever wasn't bought would get thrown out and moldy. Snorting to himself, the monochromatic colt clopped slowly into the building named Café Délicieux and looked for someone to take his order. This was difficult for the young phony because, in point of fact, his eye sight was terrible. Everything was a big blob to him unless he was just a few inches from it (which was the only reason he was able to read the sign at all) and he had to scrunch his already dower looking face to discern any amount of detail.

"I want some tea," he said with a low though clearly boyish voice. Though Gloom Heart wasn't exactly sure who or what he was saying it too, he thought he could see the shape of a phony behind a counter. "The blackest you've got."

Black like his tiny heart.

"Well Hoooooowdy!"

Goom Heart narrowed his eyes and cringed. Not only was this other colt friendly, he was loud. Obnoxiously loud. "Gloom Heart," he grumbled quietly, speaking much slower than the mile-a-minute colt before him.

As Kit got closer and began showing Gloom Heart to his table, more physical details became apparent to the both of them. For Gloom, he caught onto the splotchy spots that had been previously swallowed up by Country Kitchen's white fur while his mane was a rather interesting shade of blue. To Kit, the colt would notice the slight bags beneath Gloom Heart's eyes as if he were sleep deprived.

When he pulled himself morosely into the seat for younger phonies, Gloom turned back to the exuberant Country Kitchen who never seemed to shut his mouth. "...What do you have?" His tone was skeptical, certain there wouldn't be anything worth getting on the menu besides the tea, but he supposed it wouldn't hurt to have a listen -- especially if it meant he'd be left alone sooner rather than later.

Doom Heart?

One of Gloom's brows twitched. "It's Gloo--" he mumbled but was easily over shadowed by Country Kitchen's booming and vivacious voice. He pushed the menus over in front of the gloomy phony who stared at them tiredly, squinting his eyes and leaning in so close his nose was almost touching it when Kit's hoof was out of the way. Frowning deeply, he attempted to tune the other colt's voice out as best he could until the bell rang and he glanced up, only to see the colorful blob that was Kit walking away -- and then coming back.

The scent of earl grey tea hit his nostrils and he relaxed almost instantly, leaning back in the seat and just taking the opportunity to let the smell waft around him. Of course, the calming atmosphere the tea gave only lasted a few seconds before Country Kitchen opened his mouth again and started rambling.

Raising a hoof to one of his temples, Gloom Heart narrowed his eyes at the other colt and attempted to raise his voice past its typically low volume enough to interrupt him. "It's Gloom Heart and I don't need anything but the tea," with his free hoof, he nudges the menus away without giving them a second glance, "Country." The monochrome colt made a point to stress the name Kit didn't ask to be called as though it were an insult. He just wanted to enjoy his tea and be done with this place if their staff were this annoying.

The blurry image of the overzealous phony only served to make the small gloomy colt even gloomier. It was a mix of annoyance, frustration, and disappointment that registered on his face in a tight but tired frown. His vibrant purple eyes were narrowed rudely, offering a glare to Country Kitchen that anyone but the blue maned colt could see. Just how dumb was this phony that he didn't get the hint?

As he spoke well over Gloom Heart and quickly toddled off, the dark haired phony just let out a despondent sigh and leaned forward to give the tea a sniff. It smelled alright, strong, and with a quick flick of his tongue he determined it tasted okay too. At least it wasn't just a bunch of gross sludge like coffee. He could tell it was made with a tea bag, though, instead of leaves or a simmer, and that lessened his opinion of it a bit. Gloomy phonies had gloomily high standards, after all -- so high, they were hardly attainable by anyone.

When Kit returned with the biscuits and butter, he just stared at them silently. They smelled... pretty decent. It wasn't hard to assume that they were made by the older mare in the back whose voice he had heard. Gloom Heart was pretty sure Country Kitchen couldn't make a decent biscuit to save his life if he wasn't even able to pay attention to the customer. With a frustrated click of his tongue, he just mumbled "Right. Fancy..." and decided not to say thank you to the other colt considering he didn't ask for them at all, "Are these going to cost me extra...?"

The fact that they were free softened the blow from the unwanted biscuits but not from how peppy and loud this colt was. Gloom Heart watched him pointedly, snorted, and then turned his attentions to the tea he'd received until Kit went back to the counter. He could hear their mumbling but not the words that followed. Still, it was pretty easy to deduce they were discussing him, what with him being the only customer currently as well as the fact that he saw someone else coming towards him from the corner of his eye.

If he didn't have his glasses on, he wouldn't have believed what he saw. Never in his short life as a foal had he seen an anthro form and the sudden presence of one (especially one that wasn't half bad to look at) drew him further in and made the dreary foal even more timid. Gloom's glasses slid down his snout slightly when he looked back at the biscuits and tea as she asked, the thick accent yet another surprise.

"It's fine, I guess," he finally managed to mumble, averting eye contact while he stared dumbly at the biscuits which he still had yet to try. If he was right and she was the one to make them, then it probably wouldn't hurt to take a bite. His small hooves reached for the plate and pulled it closer before he leaned over and nibbled at the side of one. It was light, fluffy, and oh so buttery but Gloom wasn't about to say that. "Yeah. It's fine." Hopefully that would appease the older woman's worries and he could go back to eating alone like he was meant to.