SCENE: The Peril and his newly-22-year-old daughter go to Starbucks for a celebratory birthday coffee break. The barista is a pleasant-looking lady in probably her mid-thirties.
BARISTA: What can I get you folks?
PERIL: I’ll take a venti latte, please.
BARISTA: Venti latte…can I get your name?
BARISTA [carefully writing “Danny” on the cup, to the discreetly shared amusement of the Peril and Kristina]: Thanks. And you, miss?
KRISTINA: I’ll take a grande vanilla latte, please.
BARISTA: No problem. And your name?
BARISTA: Is that Kristina with a K, or a C-H?
KRISTINA: With a K.
BARISTA [writing the name on the cup]: Got it. Sorry, I just always want to get the spelling right. [The Peril and Kristina catch each other’s eye and quickly look away, suppressing smiles.] I can’t stand it when people misspell names, can you? [Doesn’t wait for an answer, which is good as the Pierces don’t trust themselves to talk] It just drives me crazy. I mean, I suppose it’s not really that important, it’s just a big pet peeve of mine when people misspell names; so I’m always careful to get it right. [Turns to the Peril, as Kristina turns to gaze intently at the pictures on the opposite wall while making curious choking noises] Can I get you anything else, Danny?