Spotted this morning while cafe writing and roaming in small city Aotearoa #NewZealand

A woman (80s?) talking to a man with a sun worn smile. As they chat, he quietly slides his cappuccino across the table so she can dunk her gingerbread man.

A seagull lands on an outdoor table belonging to a fancy breakfast joint. There's leftover sourdough, scone crumbs and other delights. It struts around the table, inspecting each item with imperious squarks, then rejects them in turn. Nearby human diners are incredulous at this gourmet snobbery.

A woman (40s?) in colourful glasses orders a new ginger latte. The barista stops what he's doing and pulls a horrified face. Grinning, she pulls one back. He says blandly: "Don't mind what my face is doing. It just does that sometimes." She laughs and orders a coffee.

A small human (3?) is trying to walk down the entire length of a very long street on her tippy toes. She is fiercely concentrating on this great feat. Who knows what magical powers she'll gain if she's successful?

A woman (70s?) with a posh American accent asks a waiter "How do you make these scones, they're delicious! Mine never turn out so fluffy!" Her husband grins and says "She's never baked a thing in her life but this is her way of saying she loved them." The waiter looks bemused but pleased.

Any typos in this post are lounging after eating a very large helping of spaghetti for dinner. If spotted, please resist the urge to poke them. Their groans will be dramatic.