Re: Tandy/Alex: the comic book store
[Tandy wasn't cultured. Technically, cultured involved the continued polishing of refinement and Tandy's refinement had run out circa age seven when he had been uprooted to Repose, joined the Dead Parents Club and dropped all semblance of emotional vulnerability. Tandy didn't think of himself as great in stature. He was above average height, but his preponderance toward long words was less an indicator of intelligence or betterment and more a liking for how words sounded and felt when they had weight. He had gone nearly a year without using any. Alex had the timbre of Rose, Idaho marking his voice like a set of fingerprints but Tandy wasn't forensic on socioeconomic background. He knew what Alex had already told him.
Alex smiled. This was indication enough that the chemical ratio of sucrose to actual caffeine was okay and the follow up expression, which Tandy recognized from the commuter-addicts who stopped by with non-disposable cups for the twenty-five cent discount, was confirmatory.]
I said I would. [Because it was, to Tandy, largely that simple. Follow-through was important. Words were important, when they got used.] It's the regular roast. [Shrug.] Ren would be able to tell you origin, precise roasting time, all of that. Stop by the store when he's around.