Yes, Theo would very much love a cup of coffee. He'd also love a cigarette, but he'd already checked and he didn't have any of those, so at least he could have some lovely, lovely caffeine. He opened his mouth to ask for some, but what emerged instead was "Tea for me, hot and hearty."
That wasn't very nice. Theo was supposed to be the one controlling the mouth, that had always been the deal. He had the sneaking suspicion that had been the new voice, taking over, and he didn't like him as much anymore.
"Don't got tea," the waitress informed him.
A little smug, Theo beamed up at her. "Cup o' Joe it is, then!" He continued beaming until she went to get it, then turned the grin to his new friend. "I detest tea, truthfully." Well, really, he'd never tried it, but he hated it on principle now.