His quest for restaurants and shops that would give him decent coffee aside, Conan had long ago learned that they were one of the best places to people watch. It was perfectly acceptable there to linger over a cup of something, and as long as you had a book or a puzzle as a prop, no one ever wondered whether you were really there to eavesdrop.

And sometimes, familiar faces showed up. Conan frowns a little in Gene's direction as he gets a cup of green tea at the counter. He recognized him, of course. But they had never really spoken.

Maybe it was time to change that.

Tea in hand, Conan reaches up to put it on Gene's table, and then climbs up onto the chair.

"You're one of the other Dreamfolk, right?"