"Ohhh! So, brother, you finally decided to sell fruit juice bottles this time around?"
Ollie asked this while comfortably seated on his husband's lap and sipping milk as though he hadn't been shrieking for dear life earlier.
Honestly, it was impressive.
Then again, perhaps that was simply the power of their extraordinarily elegant cows. Faced with milk and cookies, even the most frazzled nerves eventually surrendered. At the very least, the blonde currently looked far calmer than the person who'd nearly convinced himself they'd accidentally incinerated ages (not) of work.
Meanwhile, Luca, who had rushed over the moment the final vending item was loaded and hadn't even bothered checking the transaction results first, answered almost entirely on reflex.
"Yes! One of the five listings was an assorted pack of twelve juice bottles!" he said excitedly. "That way each pack can contain all the flavors we usually carry for our purees and pulps!"
Then the little mechanic paused.
