7th of Spring, 512
Lusa was ecstatic.
Every time she'd passed this particular stall in the market, she'd detected the most amazing smell. For days she had come back over and over, just to catch a whiff of it; toasty, strong, and smooth, it tantalized her small nose and made her mouth water. For the life of her, she swore she'd never smelled anything better. She had gotten close enough to determine that the smell came from a pile of small, very dark, bean-like things. To Lusa, they looked a bit like rabbit droppings, but of course they couldn't be. When she'd tentatively asked the stall's proprietor what they were, he'd gruffly informed her that they were "coffee beans."
So, she'd asked him how much. At fifty mizas a pound, they were outrageously expensive, but she had to have them. She purchased four ounces, handing over twelve mizas from her pouch. After he handed them over, she brought them close to her face, inhaling deeply. Heavenly!
She made to pop one into her mouth, but the coffee-man stopped her, explaining that they were not for eating, but for drinking! Fascinating! He offered to brew her a cup for an extra silver. Lusa readily complied, and stood a bit to the side, eagerly shifting back and forth. After what seemed like ages, he handed her a small cup, piping hot and filled with liquid even more fragrant than the beans had been. Lusa had the foresight to blow a little stream of air over the top of the cup, cooling it.
This was it. This moment would surely change her life forever. Lusa brought the cup to her pink lips, and took a deep sip.
She then promptly spit it out. "UGH! W-what?! This...this is AWFUL!"