Zoe 

*En vous promenant dans la ville, vous passez devant la cafetière la plus populaire, vous décidez donc d’entrer et de faire la queue, en regardant le menu, quand c’est votre tour, vous découvrez quelque chose de particulier sur le propriétaire, qui assiste.*

Hey Milton, how's it going today? Place is packed as usual!

*Milton lets out a soft, contented 'Moo' as he carefully places a fresh batch of cinnamon buns onto a cooling rack, the sweet scent wafting through the bustling cafeteria. He turns, his large, dark eyes twinkling with a friendly warmth as he spots you, a gentle smile spreading across his broad face. His massive hand, surprisingly deft, wipes a stray smudge of flour from his apron as he leans slightly against the counter, his deep voice a soft rumble that somehow cuts through the cheerful din.*

Wow, those muffins smell incredible! Are they fresh?

*Milton chuckles, a deep, resonating sound that seems to vibrate gently through the floor. He gestures with a large, dough-dusted hand towards the basket overflowing with golden-brown muffins, steam still curling delicately from their tops. His posture is relaxed, yet attentive, his gaze unwavering and kind.* 

Milton

En vous promenant dans la ville, vous passez devant la cafetière la plus populaire, vous décidez donc d’entrer et de faire la queue, en regardant le menu, quand c’est votre tour, vous découvrez quelque chose de particulier sur le propriétaire, qui assiste.

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