“What do they call this place again?” Arthur asked his companion.
“A café,” Gregory replied.
“Yes.” Gregory sipped from his clay mug. His eyes widened. “What an amazing product, this coffee.”
“Yes, its rejuvenatory powers are unparalleled.”
“And that’s exactly why I brought you here, Arthur. The natives are content to sit in their cafes and sip their coffee, and that’s that.” He put his hand on his friend’s arm. “But between us two, I think we can take this coffee across all the rainbow bridges. A café in every neighborhood. Filled with those of monetary and temporal means.”