Novel & Cerita Madeleine Cookie X Espresso Cookie

I saw Samuel struggling with the bags, but I ignored him. "Ma'am, we offer delivery. If you want we can-" "No, thank you." I cut her off before she can even finish what she was saying and leave. What a nosy gal. Should we go for ice cream? Maddie's favourite flavor available? Maddie's favourite flavor was a limited edition ice cream in the Ice Cafe Cream, it's strawberry cookies cream cheese. Venice's favourite is coffee, while mine is anything! I like everything. Should I wait for...

The guys pause their actions before Atlas's deep voice fills the room "Yes he likes Medovik and Zephir. Medovik is a a popular layered honey cake and Zephir is like a marshmallow confection sugar treat. He likes the strawberry and chocolate flavored best" "Thank you Atlas. I've made Medovik once before so I'll try that. Please don't mention this to him. I want to surprise him" I tell them with a smile. I earn a bunch of nods and 'okay's' from the guys in the room. Atlas passes me a small blue book with the recipes inside. The only issue is that I don't read or speak Russian. "Uh guys I can't read this" I say while gesturing to the book. After a string of curses from the men, Azriel decides t

What the heck is Eleanor Roosevelt doing here? "A cup of Espresso laced with milk. What would you like to get?" A girl asked and I smiled before my eyes washed over the menu. "She'll have an espresso as well. With milk and maybe a little bit of Sugar? Not too much, just one teaspoon is enough." "Alright. Will be right back." "Espresso?" I asked and he nodded his head before his eyes studied my face. "Don't tell me you don't know Espresso?" "I–" "Hey, Marie?" He hollered suddenly and all eyes turned to us. Including my sister's.

The same woman returned, this time carrying a tray with coffee for me and Steffano, and juice for Stephie. “Can I eat one?” Stephie asked, pointing at the cookies on the tray. “Is this sugar-free?” Steffano asked. The woman froze for a moment. “Oh… I’m not sure, Sir,” she said, scratching her head awkwardly. Steffano shook his head. “Next time, make sure you know what you’re serving your customers—” “It’s okay, I’ll taste it first,” I said with a smile, cutting him off before he could continue. I took a bite of the cookie.

she explains warmly, “It’s my own special blend. It replenishes energy and rebalances power in the body. Think of it as magical Gatorade!” I can’t help but wonder if her cookies work on people who haven’t been through near death experiences. I could probably use some magical Gatorade given what we’ve all been through the past few days! “And yes, you can eat these cookies even if you haven’t been cursed or otherwise injured,” she says with a grin, anticipating my question, “But it won’t do exactly the same thing for you. Its effects on you would probably be closer to drinking coffee. That’s the best way I can describe it.”

By then I should make the coffee. Elaine thought and looked around the kitchen while thinking what type of coffee Cannon liked. A coffee machine got into her sight but she was still undecided what to go for. As Cannon’s words got echoing in her mind, without wasting any more moments, she quickly made some espresso thinking it would help him reduce his headache. She placed some cookies beside espresso that she found there which Bella baked earlier and gave her in snacks when she was in the library. But for medicine, she didn’t find any.

"And what kind of coffee would you like?" "I don't know," I answered thoughtfully. "What do you think is the best?" "That would be the Caramel Mocha." She scribbled the order down on her notepad. "With two pumps of espresso if you want it strong." "I'll go with that." I confirmed. "Two cups of Caramel Mocha, with two pumps of espresso." "Coming right up."

“And what kind of coffee would you like?” “I don’t know,” I answered thoughtfully. “What do you think is the best?” “That would be the Caramel Mocha.” She scribbled the order down on her notepad. “With two pumps of espresso if you want it strong.” “I’ll go with that.” I confirmed. “Two cups of Caramel Mocha, with two pumps of espresso.” “Coming right up.”

Game on. I lean toward the open window, projecting my best customer-service smile even though no one can see it. “Hi! Yes, I’ll have a venti iced white mocha with six pumps of vanilla, extra caramel drizzle on top and inside the cup, cold foam with an extra shot of espresso blended in, and a sprinkle of cinnamon on the foam. Oh, and make it oat milk, but extra creamy. Wait... no, scratch the oat milk, go with coconut. Actually, half coconut, half almond. And can you do the drizzle in a heart shape? No, a spiral. Wait, both.”

Madeleine announced, padding barefoot back into the room with a ceramic tray balanced in her hands, her alpaca socks were now gone. Three mugs of chamomile tea and a little plate stacked with what looked like cookies, pale, crumbly things dotted with nuts and seeds. Her eyes flicked between me and Vince, her smile as soft as ever, “I didn’t know if you were hungry, Vincenzo, but it’s chamomile. And vegan cookies, oat flour, almond butter, flaxseed, no dairy, no eggs. I make them all the time for my friends,” she said.