Kombuchas? "What is it?" Whatever it was, if it did taste awful, it was tempting. They paid his effort in buying coffee with scribbles. How much was worth the inevitable payback he'd get?

Cameron glanced at his watch before pulling out his Blueberry. No messages about how long he was gone (yet). "I should've asked them to e-mail me their orders. No way to misread that." He hoped his coworkers wouldn't be impossible enough to typo it or type it in Symbol or Wingdings. He grimaced; they would.