Lord Tamerlane tosses the blender/pitcher he was rinsing into the sanitizer sink and turns to address the new arrival.
"Certainly, my boy." he says in his slightly posh but mostly Americanized accent. "We've got some new specials today as well. You'll find them at the top."
He slides the newcomer a laminated single sheet of paper with pictures of colourful drinks followed by short descriptions of their health benefits and shockingly high calorie content. With a cheerful fairwell to the previous customer he looks left and right to make sure they're alone. He leans in closer and puts on his 'I'm whispering' voice which, while not actually a whisper, was at least somewhat quieter and smoother than his loud booming normal voice. "So tell me. How have things been on your end?"