"No? Could've been worse." He could've been the guy splashed with coffee and hit with plastic glass. "Yeah, well, the boss isn't into too depressing stuff. Too mainstream for hipster places."

He snorted. His boss had also been the one to go, 'BUT I WANT THE DEARS TO BE HAPPY, TO HAVE THEIR HEARTS WARMED BY OUR AMBIANCE AND OUR DRINKS AND TREATS? HOW CAN I DO THAT WHEN WE'RE TORMENTING THEIR SOULS?'

He blinked, then quickly recovered and scuffed the ground. "Tch. Not like it's extra effort. There or in the cakes, not like it matters,"