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Then Pops interrupted, "Should I cook my special dish then?"

Mia looked at him with a frown, "Special dish? What is it? Is it that grilled shell again?"

Pops smirked, "You wrong, kiddo. When I was a sailor, grilling food wasn't on my menu. I only did it when I opened my tavern since grilled seafood matched well with drinks."

"Whatever! Just cook any meal we can eat." Mia snubbed him and then turned to Mia. "You're not a picky eater, right?"

Ashley nodded as she looked at Pops. "Please cook anything. I'll eat it."

"Alright. Here's a drink for you two while waiting." Pops said, then hummed as he entered his kitchen. Ashley looked at the drink on the table. It was a cold drink with a black-as-an-ink appearance. She picked hers up to drink it. 

"Isn't this coffee? But it's cold and tastes sweet." Ashley asked.