"Ah well in that case," Mikey said, "I am absolutely on-board." He reckoned he could support a happy apocalypse or two for the sake of romance. Especially when Spencer was smiling at him like that.
His own drink got set down on the counter as they spoke, a little froth sliding down the edge of the glass. "Could we have a tab?" he asked Madam Rosmerta. That way they could split it at the end of the night and not have to worry about rounds. Or did he pay because he'd asked? Hmm, something to worry about later. "Of course," she said with a wink, "and your table's in the corner."
Mikey looked over that way and then picked up his drink. "Shall we?" he said easily. "Then you can tell me about these romantic woes of yours because I'm worried. Is it the lack of flowers and chocolates?" Or maybe he just needed to make sure he was on hand to deliver coffee in the mornings more often. "Something more serious? Do I have a rival for your affections? Is there something in particular you like to be called in private?"