As soon as Walter left, Jay turned to Gin, his unease evident. "Hey, you're not messing with me, right? You can actually pull this off?"
Gin chuckled softly. "I'm a mage, remember?"
"Yeah, yeah. But seriously—can you do this?"
Rather than answer directly, Gin changed the subject. "By the way, can you look into getting a coffee machine and some beans?"
"What?" Jay blinked in confusion.
"I'm going to make you the best coffee you've ever tasted. So find a machine—secondhand is fine."
"Do you even know how expensive those things are?"
"Of course. I ran a café, remember? Anyway, just get it. I can't work without decent coffee."
Jay groaned. "Fine, but you'd better not be planning that whole café scheme you mentioned before."
Gin's grin widened. He didn't bother responding. Once Jay tasted the coffee, the man would likely beg to open a business together.
As if resigning himself to his fate, Jay shook his head and left the room. "Man, you're impossible."
