Wes slid his wand out of seemingly nowhere and waved it. The coffee started pouring itself, and when it had finished, he flicked his wand at the little jug of milk and jar of sugar, both dispersing themselves as desired into each of the cups. When it finished, he passed the mug with no sugar to Albie.
"They will," he said with calm confidence. He had no doubt that Kenzie would be nearly as big a star as he was, that her artistic nature would succeed at anything she attempted. He could already see improvements in her acting from when they'd first started shooting Grace together.