"Ah yes, a sweet blend, but with hidden depths to it," Hanekoma mused, "Excellent taste you have there." Turning back he got to work, and before she knew it Larxene had a cup of piping hot coffee sitting before her.

The problem with Hanekoma was that his act wasn't really an act, it was who he was, just presented through the lens of a humble coffee shop owner who was secretly a famous artist who was secretly a Player in the game, who was secretly so much more. There were so many layers to him, and all were technically the truth.

It made him a very frustrating man to completely figure out, even if he was very easy to get to know.

"So, what brings you to my neck of the woods if you don't mind my asking?"