Ruin and Leodhais are having morning caffeine at a booth. Neither's had much to say as yet. Norton is packing a can of dip as he enters the establishment. There's an unlit cancer stick dangling out of his mouth despite this. Leodhais glances over at Norton, taking a sip of his tea. "There's our guide," he comments to Ruin. Ruin nods, and gives Norton a wave. The aversion to watching the dip is, at this point, automatic. Focus on the coffee, Ruin, focus on the coffee. Ruin shakes his head with a little lip-quirk of a smile. "It's contagious, it seems." Ruin considers. "Coin," he replies.