It wasn't magic but it may as well have been. Wren's eyes were huge in surprise that one person could do so many things for a job, and the exotic words like 'espresso' and 'pour overs' didn't make Jeremiah's answer any less mystical.
He came back to smiles again when his new friend offered him the chance to try a new drink and he nodded. "It was good, cold but good. I would like to have a warm one!" he enthused, although he struggled to bring up the sensory memory of actually having had the milkshake - things like that happened in Wren's brain sometimes, fading away or being totally cut out by misfiring synapses.
He jumped at the inoffensive snap to the dog and fell into line like he was the man's pet. "I like pizza." he stated after a moment's thought, remembering the one that Archie bought for them both. "And grass but not so much. Better than beetles and crawly things though." he amended with a nose wrinkled in distaste. "I never had fresh bread before." he added in wonder; the closest he came was dry crusts scrounged out of dustbins.