Tr: Rah Bishvili?
"Ken!" I answered. (Tr: Yes).
After an amount of time, I asked for another big coffee. When she brought me the second coffee she said, "You love coffee."
"Ken! I really do," I told her.
"It's very bad for you," she said sadly, shaking her head. It seemed a weird thing for someone who works at a coffee shop to say, so I just kind of murmured, "Oh. Well. Ken."
After a bit of time, she brought me a complimentary piece of cake. One could argue that a piece of cake isn't really good for me, but I didn't feel like arguing that point at that moment in time. I just thanked her heartily in Hebrew and continued enjoying one of the most pleasant Mondays I can ever recall.