“Like a babe in its mother’s arms,” Will said, filling his mug and taking a most satisfied sip. “Oh Lord, this coffee.” He groaned with pleasure and drank again, leaning against the counter. He took a moment to reply, just savouring the taste for a minute. And he smiled at Tuck stroking his smooth cheeks. “Feels much less itchy. You can try it, if you want. Might lose some of your gravitas though. I could give your hair a once-over with the clippers, if you want.” Setting his mug down on the table, he grabbed a plate and hooked some toast out of the toaster to use as his base for the meal, slathering it in butter before he started serving himself up with a bit of everything.