"I'll take that as a 'good' at the very least," she chuckles with an affirming nod of her head. It looked, and sounded, like it hit the spot at the very least.

"Bit of a long day?"

- small tap. "Never had the displeasure of living off rations... Yet. So I'll take your word for it."

- answers while placing the pot next to his coffee. "Grandma used to make them on occasion. Complete with her special caramel sauce, mhmm. Amazing..."

She sighs dreamily. She could almost taste it.

"Anyway," grinning, she gives the sugar pot a -

- and a dab of cinnamon into the pot.

"So, whatcha think?"

"No apologies needed. All it means is at least I've got the smell down," she grins, sliding over his glass as she pours herself a little sip.

"Hopefully it tastes as good as it smells."

Trying some herself, her brows furrow together. Then, a moment later she tosses a small handful of cloves -

"Someone's got damn good hearing," she chuckles, tossing a glance over her shoulder. Her brows lift a little as she doesn't recognise him before she shrugs. New faces were always lovely.

"Fancy a glass?" She's already scooping some into a prewarmed glass.