From the corner of his eye, as Ted sweet-talked the espresso maker into working, he could see Barney fiddling with something behind the counter. Whatever was going on over there, he'd deal with it later. As when Tracy had visited, the blasted machine refused to work. A few more minutes of fiddling with it -- and a fair bit of swearing -- and he finally had a reasonably successful beverage to fix up for Barney.
"If I have to sling coffee for the foreseeable future, I'm going to find whatever joy in it I can. And, yeah. That includes illuminating the to go cups." He shrugged, darting a glance back at Barney. "What's your job here again?" Either in Marrowood or at home, he never understood exactly what it was that Barney did to earn money.
Adding the last dash of flavor (unknowingly the wrong flavor, thanks to Barney's alterations) to the cup of coffee, Ted slid the finished drink across the counter to his pal.
"Ugh, human froth." He shuddered as well. "God, I hope not. People pizza is bad enough." Gazola's might be a dive, as far as restaurants went, but eating there didn't make you cannibal. Plus the pizza was fantastic.