[Oh, Christ. Where has this asshole been? It's about 9:00 AM when a video feed transmits from The Seabreeze. White hair, red-lit visor and steaming cup of espresso in the foreground, Godot is using his talking as an excuse to show off his ability to make latte art at the same time.]

Good morning, passengers. I'm sure the lot of you have missed me terribly.

[The coffee shop has been empty for the better part of a month. Godot has seldom been seen ANYWHERE. It could be concerning if the espresso machine hadn't vanished in the night about a week into his absence, and the high-pitched squeals of steaming pitchers of milk and burbling of espresso shots started coming from Mia's bedroom instead. Along with high-pitched squeals of another kind, but if you're polite, you'd've ignored them.

Godot's cocky grin is less arrogant today, though, for whatever reason, and a little more... genuine. Calm? He looks relaxed as a cat in a sunbeam-- odd for a guy who drinks his weight in coffee in a day.]

I'd offer free drinks to anyone who wants to stop by the Seabreeze today, but, considering we don't seem to have any form of currency upon Our Fair Ship, I'll just take requests for drink art-- latte or otherwise. I've finally found a day that's managed to get me bored, so let's see what I can steam up, hmm?

[Wait 'til you see what lewd things he can make out of the foam in a cappuccino.]