"Ha, no, that's very kind," Luna told him with a shake of her head. She didn't really drink coffee anyway. She drank it if it was given to her (she wasn't going to be rude) but she didn't seek it out herself. "There's an incredibly extra coffee maker here anyway," Luna said, gesturing to the sleek black and chrome machine on the bench.
Luna looked carefully at the bowl between them on the counter top. "Did you make the soup? That's really sweet." Probably too sweet. Was it entirely that she was worried about Henry's presence here and the danger that could pose, or was a little bit of it jealousy about any humans who got close to her gods?
But then, Henry wasn't entirely human, just like Tinsel. Spawn of Santa Claus, as weird as that remained.