Rosmerta took her time. She opened the creamer cup and emptied into her cup. Then she tore open a sugar packet and did the same. Twice more she added sweetener. That was followed a by a slow stirring of the coffee. All of it done very deliberately while she held her tongue, the corner of her mouth quirked up in a private smile. As she recalled, he wasn't the most patient of people. Though she supposed people could change.
Finally, she turned her head to look at him. As she did so, she put the swizzle stick used to stir the coffee into her mouth and slowly drew it out. It wasn't a conscious tease. Her intent was just to stall a bit longer, but she realized how suggestive it was as she was doing it. Rosmerta shrugged mentally. Nothing wrong with flirting a little, she supposed.
“No,” she answered at last. Then she smiled fully. “Not at an interpantheon mixer.”
That was all she said for a moment, taking the time to sip the coffee she'd just doctored. After all the time she'd spent on it, she ought to be able to enjoy it. But she wasn't stalling this time, not on purpose. She'd just wanted to enjoy the first sip, that swallow that was so hot it tingled a bit. And it was just the right amount of sweet.
“I'm Gaulish,” she admitted. “Does that help you remember?”