"One lavender latte, then, coming up." With a grin, he jotted it down before taking his leave, disappearing over to their kitchen area that they've managed to set up. It's not the most private affair, but with all the bustle, well, that works pretty much like a wall anyway. It doesn't take long before he's coming back with a mason jar-type glass on a tray. "Here you go. Let me know what you think."

From the bottom, a milky pale pink rises up to blend perfectly into the warm brown of coffee. What really stands out, however, are the small stalks of lavender lounging straight inside the drink as if they belong there as much as the straw does.