[Peeking out from behind a shrub, Saya tiptoes her way up to the ordering bar, trying to hide a small bowl that she's carrying with her.]
[Her steaming latte is up quickly and she slinks off to a comfy armchair, hopefully out of view -- then brings up the bowl of ice cream she got next door, and dumps the latte on top, the whipped cream falling on the very top with an satisfying *plop*.]