Stacey made a small face at the idea of roast first thing after waking up. "Not really a breakfast food," she commented, because she certainly didn't want her expression to be interpreted as an insult or anything along those lines. "My mother has finally learned not to call me before noon. Mostly because I won't answer, and then she gets worried and keeping calling till I pick up, which usually ends in screaming matches in Spanish," she shrugged as she responded.
"Coffee is an essential at the start of the day," she agreed with a nod. She stuck her tongue out at Charlie before grinning at him. "I've found its best and easiest if I only do it once a month to stop me from confusing myself," she confided. "But deliveries are no fun. And I only get so much, because ink and needles and gloves are only so big. I can't even imagine what you have to go through." Stacey couldn't stop a chuckle from escaping her at his mention of how he'd been woken up. "Sorry. It's just that I'm here for breakfast because one of ours decided he was going to steal my toast today and this was easier than fighting with him anymore."