Heart was the best thing to have happened to Wren for some time and he gleefully fussed over the dog while Jeremiah looked him over. He returned his new friend's smile with a beaming one of his own, one that faded into thought at the questions he was asked. "What's a barista?" he asked, having not heard the word before and conjuring up some exotic vocation, maybe something to do with magic!
"I don't know what my favourite is, I just drink water normally. I had a vanilla milkshake!" he offered. "But that was cold."
He looked down to the ground where he'd made some half-hearted gouges in the dirt and frowned a little. "It is cold." he agreed. "But I woke up and I was hungry, that's why. Maybe later it will be warm and easier to get some!"