" Mug of Joe,” grunts Johnny. “Mocha venti with an extra shot for me, no cream,” I add. “Anything else?” I shake my head and she wanders off. Johnny looks suspicious. “Since when do you speak Starbucks?” I shrug. “It’s not as if I can help it; they’ve got our office surrounded, and they don’t like it if you try to order in English.” We wait "

― Charles Stross , The Apocalypse Codex (Laundry Files, #4)