[After another brutal murder, harrowing trial, and bloody execution, the atmosphere was dismal and quiet. It felt more like a funeral hall than a food court...at least, until The Rakshasa King hopped back over the counter of the Starbucks into which he'd disappeared, setting down an ostentatious drink that was probably some percent coffee and several more percents sugar, whipped cream, and sprinkles in front of the Stranger of Paradise.]

Can I interest you in an experiment? [With one of his own, Ardyn slipped into a chair across from her with the usual cheery tone and affable smile that as ever failed to reach his eyes.] I don't know what a coconut is, but I'm determined to find out how it tastes with vanilla and caramel.

[Several people are dead.]