It had made sense to power down given that there hadn't been many places that would serve powered up people outside of Halloween when he had left DC to go and study in Ireland and it was unlikely that much had changed on that front–
Besides, Briar couldn't really picture himself casually sitting at a café and drinking a latte as Oort.
Not that he was particularly a big fan of lattes, or coffee at all given that he was more of a hot chocolate fan.
Black coffee had been great for all-nighters around assignments though.
Briar doubted he'd changed that much over the time that he'd been away studying either.
His hair was still perpetually messy, and he still wore it pulled back into the small ponytail he’d adopted in his teens, much to his mother’s perpetual consternation.
Although the 'Irish facts' t-shirt and hiking boots were both relatively new.
The shirt had been a gag gift from his roommate last year.
Briar had argued that the percentage listed under “brutally honest” was far too low–
And his roommate had smugly pointed to the 'daily values may vary' small print.
The boots were slightly older. Two years, maybe. Scuffed, broken in, and much more comfortable than the trainers that he used to opt for.
Briar raised an eyebrow at Peter and adopted his best mock-serious tone. "So…" he said, as he deliberately drawled the word out, "Does this favourite café of yours do cookies?"
Okay, fine. Maybe he was a little serious.
But it had never really been much of a secret that he had a thing cookies–
Especially chocolate chip, and even more so if they were fresh and gooey from the oven.
xxxGuine
Hope this works as a start Guine, but lmk if not and I'll tweak asap
