[She's not sure whether to feel annoyed or grateful for the saucer. Though she supposes. She laps up the coffee and finds that it is not utterly average. It is actually far below average, hovering on the verges of poor. It's not you, Brook, except it is you.
Still you did make it for her so]
The taste won't kill me.
[a few more experimental laps]
Has anything interesting happened while I've been gone?
[Action]
Still you did make it for her so]
The taste won't kill me.
[a few more experimental laps]
Has anything interesting happened while I've been gone?