Well, schemestress of omelets, can I trust you to put the scramble on some plates while I pour the coffee? And maybe run to the bathroom before I actually drink any of it.

[He moves to gather two mugs for their drinks. Pouring the coffee in he leaves his black, though he realizes he doesn't actually know her preference. They're normally together at night, when Stella as a reasonable person doesn't chug coffee like Kaz does.]

What do you put in yours?