#and him and his brother bantering... i love siblings fighting /lh

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For that '3 sentence au' thingy: The Germains & your HoK for a coffee shop AU XD (coffee shop AUs are one of my faves XD)

(Prompt from this post.)

"We're the only coffee shop in the Chorrol area who serves grande, venti, and large-sized cups." Reynald scoffed quietly from Guilbert's right side.

"Oh hush." Guilbert leaned against the counter, hoping to pop his stiff back before another customer came in. "She's one of our regulars, Reynald, the least you could do is not mock her for ordering--"

Reynald stood up, holding a small box of extra creamers and sugar packets. "A café lives on its reputation, Guil. If some high price snob comes in here and sees that we serve Miss Old MacDonald her 'large' coffee, they're going to write a sour review of the Two Brothers. And then we're done for!" Guilbert's back popped; but that was not why he groaned as he stood back up. Reynald meant well-- ever since he had begun staying sober he took the café as seriously as Guilbert did. It was simply that he focused too much on the nitty little details.

Besides, Guilbert felt he had to defend their customer. Every day it was open Miraina Rusonius was in the Two Brothers' coffee shop ordering a 'large' hazelnut latte and two of whatever pastry they had baked that morning. She'd sit in a corner, quietly, reading or watching people pass by. (Though rarely Guilbert had the feeling she was watching him instead.)

"Just because she doesn't know a difference between venti or grande doesn't mean we should mock her. She brings her friends in here too-- which is better business than any snob." Guilbert said, smiling at Miraina when their eyes happened to meet from the opposite ends of the room. She smiled back warmly but ducked her head down quickly at what she was reading.

"Or maybe--" Reynald startled Guilbert by jabbing him in the arm. "You're defending her because you've grown soft for someone who clearly loves you."

"Me?" Guilbert stammered. "And not my wonderful coffee-making skills? Surely you jest, Reynald." But he felt his face warm and knew he'd be teased for it later. "I... she. She just knows a good coffee shop when she sees it."

"Sure." Reynald only smirked after that and Guilbert wanted to hit his brother at least a little.