She just stares at him a touch of disbelief on her face as he lists the other strange ingredients. salt and pepper? she is tempted to ask what else he has added to it in the past but decides better. his question and pet name take her back for a second. music? well, yes. she giggles a bit i'm notorious for annoying the owner of the shop i work in with my music. he wishes i would stick with one type all day. i have a tendency to swap genres like i swap tools. she smiles recalling the man's irritated face as she swaps the type for the 5th time one day. she sips her coffee, wondering where he's going with the new, extremely normal direction after his apparent unease a few moments ago.
