I thank you for it. I am beginning to lose count of them.

[Accordingly he turns to the young woman behind the counter--barrista, she has named herself, a word that sounds strange in his ears despite all the languages he knows. A questioning smile and a gesture are all that is needed for her to understand his request, and she nods at them both. He turns his attention back to his new companion as he regains his own seat.]

I am remiss; forgive me. My name is Faramir, of Gondor. And you are?