Kiki let out one pathetic huff, but when it was clear neither were going to fetch Starbucks, she acquiesced. "Skim milk and two Splenda." Slouched on the chair, she kicked her feet up on the window sill, exhaling a long stream of smoke. "You have fucking Splenda, don't you?" Her voice was sour and she slid the sunglass back on, growing more sulky by the moment. At the mention of pancakes, she shrugged, but her stomach betrayed her, growling loudly. "I'm not really eating carbs, but, you know..."