Black-faced wolf, she really was going to have to help. Still, coffee would probably block the smell. It wasn't that strong, unless she got right up close. And she liked it, anyway. "Yeah," she said reluctantly, glancing around the area as if Kuromaru might show up and give her an excuse not to. He wouldn't, of course. He was still in the hospital.

Tsume scratched the back of her skull, dropping her other arm to her side. "Coffee'll do. Don't suppose I have anything else I'm busy with..." If the smell got too bad, she could always say she had to go deal with children. Facing her family might be preferable.