A serious question, after all

Something Rotten, by Jasper Fforde, has a lovely subplot in which Hamlet (yes, Prince of Denmark) is taken from his play into the real world. Anyone familiar with the character and with the experience of being in a coffee shop should appreciate this, even if it is set in an alternate universe:

“What will you have Hamlet?”
“What is there?”
“Espresso, mocha, latte, white mocha, hot chocolate, decaf, recaf, nocaf, somecaf, extracaf, Goliachino™...what’s the matter?”
Hamlet had started to tremble, a look of pain and helplessness on his face as he stared wide-eyed at the huge choice laid out in front of him.
“To espresso or to latte, that is the question,” he muttered, his free will evaporating rapidly. I had asked Hamlet for something he couldn’t easily supply: a decision. “Whether ‘tis tastier on the palate to choose white mocha over plain,” he continued in rapid gargle, “or to take a cup to go. Or a mug to stay, or extra cream, or have nothing, and by opposing the endless choice, end one’s heartache—”
“Hamlet!” I said sharply. “Cut it out!”
“To froth, to sprinkle, perchance to drink, and in that—”
“He’ll have a mocha with extra cream, please.”
Hamlet stopped abruptly once the burden of decision was taken from him.
“Sorry,” he said, rubbing his temples. “I don’t know what came over me. All of a sudden I had this overwhelming desire to talk for a very long time without actually doing anything. Is that normal?”