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Luigi grumbled under his breath but took the espresso and his bowl of yoghurt and fruit to sit down. Wordlessly, Leonardo moved past me and began moving around the machine. Once he had finished, he grabbed a container from next to the machine and shook it over the mug before passing it to me.
"Oh, thank you." I wasn't sure what else to say. Through the sprinkling of cocoa powder, I could see swirls in the milk that looked like a professional had made the drink. "It's pretty."
Leonardo raised an eyebrow at that, looking annoyed as always, but I thought I could see a spark of amusement in his eyes. Probably my imagination.
"It's to drink, not to admire," he instructed me before looking at something behind me, that amused spark disappearing. "Your mother and stepfather have arrived.
