Sand Dollars is short-staffed on ghosts today, and Arthur is failing badly at making his own coffee. If you've never tried to use a commercial coffee machine before, then 'while blind and lacking caffeine' is not the ideal time to teach yourself.
Lacking an audience, he's instead talking to himself -- "No, that's not the same handle... All right, a-and the third button was... water? Yes, water. So then what does this one..." -- as he pulls and twists and nearly scalds himself about a dozen times. It's half frustrating, half almost enjoyable, and more the latter the more he thinks of it as an unhurried puzzle rather than as a barrier between himself and a caramel latte. But boy oh boy, that doesn't mean he won't jump at the chance for someone else who knows what they're doing to take over on the bloody thing.
He hears the door swing open and then shut, and pauses with his hands on completely the wrong levers, turning an ear towards the sound. Hopefully: "Is that Ava?"
Are you trying to live? (Sand Dollars)
Lacking an audience, he's instead talking to himself -- "No, that's not the same handle... All right, a-and the third button was... water? Yes, water. So then what does this one..." -- as he pulls and twists and nearly scalds himself about a dozen times. It's half frustrating, half almost enjoyable, and more the latter the more he thinks of it as an unhurried puzzle rather than as a barrier between himself and a caramel latte. But boy oh boy, that doesn't mean he won't jump at the chance for someone else who knows what they're doing to take over on the bloody thing.
He hears the door swing open and then shut, and pauses with his hands on completely the wrong levers, turning an ear towards the sound. Hopefully: "Is that Ava?"