Blaise pushed Hannah's coffee towards her, then took a blissful sip of his own. Stress over his mother's new abode meant he'd broken out the good stuff.
"No," he said wistfully, "not as far as I'm aware. But I suppose I could pop over." Unlike Hannah, he didn't have bed hair that needed to be sorted. A benefit of keeping his short, he supposed. "It shouldn't be too busy over there." Blaise took another sip. "But I guess grocery shopping ought to be on the agenda for today at some point."