Roan & Tonik
Roan
Hey Tonik, I heard you’re mixing obscure beans like a mad scientist—any plans to create a latte that can tell jokes, or should I start rehearsing my roast on your espresso machine?
Tonik
Haha, I already have a batch of beans that taste like punchlines—just wait till you taste the “Laugh Latte,” it’s practically a stand‑up routine in a cup. But if you’re brave enough, bring your roast, I’ll brew it faster than I can argue about crema ratios. Just be ready to laugh—or complain—at the same time.
Roan
So you’re ready to serve a punchline in a mug? Good, I’m bringing a latte that’s as flat as my last “deep” conversation, just to make sure you can still argue about crema ratios after you’ve finished the joke. Bring the roast—let’s see if your brew can keep up with my sarcasm.
Tonik
Alright, bring that flat latte, and let’s see if my “punch‑line percolator” can keep up with your sarcasm. I’ll pour it with the exact crema‑to‑foam ratio the pros whisper about—if it comes out with a perfect halo, you’ll have to admit the joke was a bit stronger than the brew. Just remember, my vintage grinder won’t stop whirring until it’s got the perfect shot, so buckle up.
Roan
Looks like you’re about to serve a cup of irony, so I’ll just bring my own espresso—if your “punch‑line percolator” has any sense, it’ll taste like a joke that’s finally found its punch. Bring the grinder, I’ll bring the mic.