She mock-scowled. "Ugh, decaf. We keep some on hand because we get asked for it, but it's not the same. It's like taking the bubbles out of soda, what's the point?" She inhaled a bit more smoke from her own pipe, enjoying the loose-limbed feeling coming over her.
She tilted her head, thinking. "Though that begs the question, what on earth could they produce as a derivative?" She nodded. "And I do remember that."
"I'll do that," she replied, smiling. "And I'll have to meet Jacob while I'm there, I don't think I did last time."