Stan would be the first to admit he had been out of the game for a while, and he'd been pretty okay with that for the most part, he had other things to focus on after all. The shop, and starting a new life and figuring things out all over again. So it was fine, and maybe the older ladies in town tried to pawn their daughters off on him now and again, particularly around the holidays, but that didn't have to mean anything. So okay a gorgeous woman comes into the shop and starts making innuendos he can handle that. At least that was what he told himself, the truth was probably obvious in the redness on his face.
"Oh come on," He scoffed when she teased about drip coffee. "If there is one person in this town at this particular moment in time who I should be able to trust to agree with me on this it's you." He told her.
And maybe trust was a bit much, but well - Stan could always tell with people early on, and maybe that didn't mean he was ready to hand over his social security card or his bank account, but in matters of coffee? He thought she'd earned a measure of trust.
"Not even a tiny one that could grow three sizes?" He suggested with a small hint of a smirk, sure he wasn't big on Christmas, but even Stan knew about the Grinch. "Happy to be giving that gift to those who need it." Coffee was important as far as he was concerned so sharing it was also important, particularly in moments like this. "Nice to meet you Beverly, I'm Stanley," He said and then winced, "Well Stan really, everyone calls me Stan, only my mother calls me Stanley." And he'd rather not hear it from her either. "Yeah? What kind of work brings you to the middle of no where?"