"Just the coffee for now, please."

She has to marvel at how perfectly efficient Diarmuid is. Even with one arm, everything look better and neater than that time with Cu Chulainn.

She picks up the mug and smells the thick scent. It was very different from her usual fare. So different that she hesitates to call it coffee. It is not until she takes a little taste that she can call it coffee...and pretty good coffee at that.