How dreadfully opinionated her companion seemed, particularly in reference to the cafe that Emerance had spent the majority of her teenage years within. It had been a place of escape in an otherwise demanding world and, for that alone, Milstead's would always have a sort of soft spot in her heart. Still, she supposed it was only natural for a cafe owner to view their establishment as superior - that is, if this was even the owner of the cafe, which, frankly, Emerance was beginning to expect it was not. Still, the young woman was more than content to continue the conversation at hand as she admitted her own preference for pumpkin bread over the carrot cake her companion seemed to treasure. That, in itself, was a bit of an oddity, few people she knew had any interest at all in carrot cake. Emerance hardly anticipated the deadpan stare she was met with, the man seemingly had trouble contemplating the possibility that someone might have preferences that differed from his own! So he was one of those types. Her eyebrow rose as those seconds ticked by, the young woman acutely attentive to the man across from her before, softly, a snort left his nose. He leaned forward to pluck another sugar cube from the jar beside them, only to announce that pumpkin bread was only on tuesdays and today was, in fact, not a tuesday. "....I can see that." Emerance answered after a moment.

She hardly let the conversation dwindle, however, the young woman merely inclined to take the opportunity to inquire after the cafe's bustling hours. Her question, however, was answered in the same short and to the point demeanor as her companion and answered all manners, thus far. He hardly seemed one inclined to conversation...and yet he still seemed determined to engage her for the sake of the very chair she sat in. It was enough to make her inquisitive on what made this chair so worth fighting for. It was only natural for Emerance to ask the very thing, after all, what was the point in merely wondering what made her seat so special!? His answer, however, hardly gave her even a hint of satisfaction. Rather, he seemed only to surround the conundrum in more mystery. Her brow rose before she pointed towards the nearest table, the barstool closest to her occupied by a young woman wearing headphones, her head bopping along to her music. "So is that one, and the one you're sitting in." Emerance commented, gesturing back to his own seat. "Why are those ones not as good as this one?" Her head tilted to the side, though a part of the girl was certain she wouldn't receive a proper answer to that question either.

The sudden question of her brother, however, entirely derailed Emerance thoughts. A blank look crossed her fair features as she stared at the man across from her. Unfortunately, she hardly got the chance to ask for clarification before a waitress appeared with a beverage - or, more specifically, with a replacement for her tea. Her companion was quick to pick up the tea cup and saucer, only to gingerly stir the beverage as he took it hostage in exchange for her seat. Of all the nerves! Emerance leaned back within her seat, her arms crossing over her chest in a clear display of obstinance. She had little intention of being bullied out of her seat! And that seemed to be exactly what he was! A childish bully! The young woman picked up the conversation from before the arrival of her tea, informing him of exactly what her brother was while commenting upon the very flavor of the beverage he had stolen. It, she knew, was lacking in sweetness and he had seemingly eaten at least half of the contents of the small jar beside them. Emerance, for all her playing along, had noticed the unusual manner at which her companion seemed to constantly eye the cashier, as if he was truly a force to be reckoned with. Sushc was hardly the way a real owner would act and Emerance was quite of mind to use that against him...or so she thought.

She watched in silence as he reached out for the sugar jar. He plucked yet another cube from it's depths, silently placing it in...their (?)...tea before he continued in a matter-of-fact manner, insisting he hardly took any at all. He tipped the jar forward, only to show her the cubes that still filled what she had assumed was once a nearly empty jar. A small frown crossed her features as she stared at the jar. This had to be a power of some kind...right? Her brother had discovered his, albeit it with some...mishaps, to put it lightly. She hardly had a moment to react before he placed the jar upright once again. "Touche." Emerance muttered softly, willing to at least admit defeat in her charade. The jade hue of her gaze hardly flinched, however, as she met those violet eyes head on. "Do you now?" She inquired in response to her companion's comment. Her desire to leave her spot was, admittedly, declining with every moment that passed. Emerance watched silently as he lifted her tea to his lips, sipping on the warmth of the beverage that had been meant for her.

The young woman was oblivious, at least initially, of his power at work. She thought little of the shiver that ran down her spine, or the chill that seemed to creep in around her, at least until her companion saw fit to comment upon the 'draft' she was so conveniently experiencing. Her brow rose as Emerance leaned back into her seat, the woman entirely capable of being utterly obstinate when she so desired it. Her legs shifted on the seat, her arms wrapping around them as she stared at the man across from her. His inquiry of her name, however, was one she was willing to ignore, Emerance merely stared as the man continued to introduce himself as Frost. An audible snort left her nose. Oh, he was so hiding that well. "Well, Frost, tell me, have you heard the phrase, 'you attract more with honey than with vinegar?'" She inquired, her head tilted to the side ever so slightly as she eyed the fellow across from her, "You could, for example, ask me nicely to move...or you could try to make me cold enough but, I'm more inclined to stay in this spot until my lips turn blue and I die from frostbite. It feels more poetic. Though I am sure that would do wonders for your business. Or...perhaps...his business." She nodded over towards the barista, his bright blue-green colored gaze seemed to stare back at her, hardened though it was, the pair seemingly had not gone unnoticed at all. Perhaps he could be used to her advantage after all, with this hill Emerance had apparently decided she would die upon.