Amphitrite snorted. "Yes, well there's no accounting for taste," she replied. "And it's not like I'd wear something like this for every day." She beckoned him to follow her over to the food table, locating both the coffee and the tea fairly quickly.
"Hot, strong, and sweet, that's how I like mine," she went on, stirring sugar into her cup. She sipped at it before continuing. "I refuse to starve myself or not enjoy life, just to fit some ideal."