“The largest,” Bart said just as decisively. Go big or go home. Either he would enjoy it or he would drink a lot of something he didn’t enjoy. It didn’t matter - he was committed to trusting Zayne’s coffee expertise. Bart watched Zayne make the coffee with fascination. He looked like he knew exactly what he was doing. Bart wanted to something with that much confidence. Maybe he already could and he just forgot.
Bart grinned and gently accepted the coffee. He’d already broken too many cups by being too careless in how he grabbed them. He took a sip, careful but not hesitant and processed the taste just as carefully. It was so thickly sweet, he almost couldn’t process it. It felt like life and also death. It was beautiful.
“That’s really good,” Bart confirmed. “You’re really good at this, thank you.” Bart dug around in his pocket to retrieve a crumpled handful of bills. He received an allowance from the government the same as anyone else. He’d yet to spend money on anything outside of food yet and he had no regrets. “Uh, how much is this?” And then more sheepishly, he asked, “is it frowned upon to tip you for being really good at choosing drinks for strangers?” He’d tried to tip a cashier at one of the stores and she’d shouted at him and he wasn’t entirely sure why but he didn’t want to insult Zayne when Zayne had been so helpful and kind.