We've got milk, cream, sweetener, sugar- just about everything that anyone could ever want for coffee, really. We're kind of addicted.

[He offers up a bit of a cheeky grin, fetching milk and sugar along with the mugs, into which he pours the coffee. He slides into one of the chairs by the table, getting his drink sweetened up before sipping cautiously at it and lifting his gaze at her.]

What's on your mind?