“What kind of beans are these?”
Captain Dante, Jr. asked as he inhaled the delicious aroma wafting
from his mug.
The staff secretary adjusted her
uniform shirt, straightened her shoulders, and met his curious gaze
with a steely, “Donian Dark Roast.”
Closing his eyes, Captain Dante
sipped the coffee, and then said, “tastes more like Montisi Black.”
He took another sip, “you may want to talk to your guy. If he can’t
sort that out, let me know.”
“You going to report me, sir?”
“Listen carefully, Staff
Sergeant: the best
coffee in the world
comes from just north of Baroport, Poterit Don. It’s the original
Donian Dark Roast. Many knockoffs have been peddled across Dan and
we, poor Danians, have been subject to every manner of black market
treachery thanks to current import controls.” After taking another
sip, he sighed, “our only problem is backwards law.”
