Thanks. [ ur the best, bb. zatanna wraps a hand around the cup and her lip twists up in a grateful smile as she checks out the kid in question. ] That must make you Adam. [ her eyes drop to the coffee and she idly waves a finger over the top of it and murmurs: ] Ragus. [ there's a tiny plop as sugar cubes materialize over the drink and land perfectly on top. ]
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