[She pays the brew a glance, as the wisps of steam become more pronounced, and the sound of a steady simmer can be heard.
She shrugs at the question.] It is like... tasting the fruit of your labor. Baking your own bread, growing your own flowers, making your own clothes. There is the satisfaction in possessing something, then add to that, a feeling of fulfillment, achievement.
[Once it simmered, foam started to form at the top of the brew, at which the fire was turned off, and she promptly poured the liquid into two espresso cups. The flavor is best described as very bold and rich. She hands one to Toma--] Try it.