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As with Charming Elephant previously, Lydia was bound to be disappointed by the lack of truth in advertising of Llamas' Corner. Where were the llamas? Oh, in the decor? They should be serving her London Fog latte.

Well. They were already here, and she supposed the place was quite charming, anyway. She did so hope nothing ill befell her dress; she seemed to be having the most rotten luck with that this week!

Welcome to Supper Club, everyone! No llamas were involved in the food preparation.

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chef_chocobro

"Miss Bennet," Ignis nodded his greeting as usual, but the following statement was clearly at the forefront of his attention, "I can't say I have ever had anyone apologize to me for the lack of llamas before, so allow my to assure you that there is nothing to worry about in that regard."

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mustbeawitch

"I did think there would be llamas, though," Lydia sulked. "I should quite like to have seen how they prepared the coffee with their...hooves?" Did llamas have hooves?

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chef_chocobro

"Not quite hooves," Ignis offered, "if I'm not mistaken, but I'm hardly an expert on the matter. And I rather just assumed it was a clever little name with a nod to a rather popular animal in the areas from which they source their coffee...Peru, Bolivia, that area of the world. I suppose a café run by llamas isn't too far out of the realm of possibilities, but I do find that a certain flair for whimsy tends to drop significantly on this side of the causeway."

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mustbeawitch

"Yes, I suppose I have been rather spoiled by our island," Lydia sighed. "I keep forgetting not all of the future is quite like it." Fandom, get on it. Llamas take over the Perk, let's go.

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chef_chocobro

Ignis couldn't help being just a bit amused at the idea that llamas running coffee shops might be considered a feature of the future and not simply a variation on dimension, but he tried to keep it tamped down for Lydia's sake, as she did sound genuinely disheartened.

"Perhaps one day," he encouraged. "Surely, at some point, you'll be able to happen upon an animal-themed restaurant that truly does boast a staff of that titular creature, though I will admit. It'll likely not be in this Baltimore."