Re: Ice cream: Cat & Reece
Okay, he laughed at the name Rex. And he did connect the dots on that being the name of Cat's place downtown, because even he wasn't that stupid. "No, we're not." Reece smiled. "Not bad at all. Do they know your name, all the way out here? Like, your family name." He had very little idea about how organized crime worked outside of money laundering, honestly.—And to be fair to Cat and her lack of hurry, Reece wasn't exactly scrambling to find out how to change himself back either. But, he didn't have a bunch of family who knew the old him, so maybe it was easier to just not care.
He didn't burn his nose either, so there.
"'A good word.' What would that mean from you?" He smiled up at Cat, as he shifted cup to the third spout that spilled fix and six. He didn't bother talking about Dane or any of that, because that wasn't the point to him right now. He'd have to really know what his trajectory could look like before he could plan anything. He smiled as he poured steamed chocolate milk into Cat's cup. He looked for whip, but they'd cleaned the canisters and who knew where the whip-its were, so he found some 'homemade marshmallows,' which meant they were weirdly porous and square, and plopped them in. He passed the piping drink over gently. Then he cleaned the espresso baskets and started his own. Iced Americano.
"I'll have you know I'm doing six shots for myself too," he said. "I wouldn't kill you until you were dressed to the nines, because I'm caring like that, Cat. You know that."