A drink fit for a queen it is~! [He has an idea in mind, too, a recipe he picked up not long ago. He hurries about the kitchen, setting on a pot of coffee and rummaging through the fridge, though he calls out over his shoulder]

I'm taking a day off from work. [Heaven knows he's forgotten what those feel like] The cold's gonna keep most shitheads from braving the weather, anyway. Seventh Heaven should be fine without me.

[He pulls back, armed with sweetened condensed milk and cream, and turning, he prepares to shoot Robin's question back at her. The words get lost somewhere along the way when he catches sight of that feather, though.

He doesn't look angry, only thoughtful. His mouth opens and shoots out a completely different question]

Marco's?