"Clint may have told Jack, but they're training buddies and I'm not part of that exclusive club." by way of explaining, he tried to add a little humor in there. He was just there to look at a fine pair of derriers, not really participate in that rigorous regimine. But... now that he had two legs, there was no reason for him not to...

"From specialist to Barista owner? My, your resume must be really interesting. Are you like Clint in having tasted various dubious kinds of meat? Including bad, I might add..." it was a safe enough subject he thought. Not serious, away from anything potentially too job related, and it dealt with food. Win, win, and win.

So, Italian sodas, coffee, and potentially a pastry display. But he still needed to broach that idea with her.

"So if I'm working for you now, like you said I should be doing, then you'll probably want me to bring all my skills to the front counter, right?"