"Put that shit in the books." With a grin she smacked the table before nodding in thanks, wrapping her hands around the mug again to take a generous drink. Briar wasn't picky about her coffee, unlike some people she knew who took it one way or death, as long as it wasn't burnt she would drink it, and even then she still would just bitching about it in the process.
Briar sighed and gave a purposefully melodramatic roll of her eyes, "I'll tell you what, you bring me one the way you like yours and I'll give that a shot, your smile convinced me." It was true, he did have a nice one for the few seconds it saw the light of day, even if he wouldn't let her have fun with the chair. But the week was young and so was she. Sort of. Depending on the scale.