To be fair, there wasn't much in his kitchen to memorize. There was coffee, and there was beer, because Quentin thought both to be essential parts of his life, and sometimes he even remembered to go grocery shopping. Right now all there was for breakfast were some leftover scones Calista had brought over the day before, because there wasn't enough in the cabinets to make anything here. Unless Renee had gone shopping, and Quentin had yet to realize it.
He took a sniff of the milk, deemed it to still be okay, and set it down on the counter. "Yeah, I was working last night." His idea of working was different than Renee's, but that was okay by him. He didn't take sugar in his coffee either, just a touch of milk, but only because he couldn't drink it black yet. Someday, maybe, he'd get there. He poured one cup and handed it to her, then went about fixing his own.