[ chesed moves his hands away from the bag of beans. kaveh, because he is kaveh, chases after that hand. he presses the beans into chesed's hands with a laugh, hands scarred from wresting dreams into a reality where dreams go to die gently attempting to wrap chesed's fingers back around the package. kaveh is smiling. ]

Well, Mister Chesed, now that we're acquainted, I'd like you to know that I won't let a fellow coffee-lover think he's any less deserving of the beans. There's another bag just under it that suits my needs just fine regardless. I'm Kaveh, I'm an architect - though like I keep saying, that title doesn't mean much around these parts when there's nothing to build.

By the by, did you pick up a grinder from the stores around these parts? The ones they have here aren't that great, are they.