Kherrie nodded as she crossed the kitchen. She wasn't sure she trusted herself to use magic to make the coffee in her current state of inebriation, so she started putting it all together the muggle way. She had a little coffee maker, and she filled it with water, humming a Merlin's Pants tune.
"I like cream and sugar in my coffee." She said. "Dad used to say it was 'polluting' a good thing, but I disagree."