Truthfully, she was a coffee person these days. Her adopted parents both drank coffee. Coffee was a comforting scent and presence in her life since she was almost four years old. Before that though things had been different and some memories never did leave, even as sporadic as the intact ones were.
"Chamomile with honey," she said, just stopping it from coming out in French. Given it was one of the few things she could still really associate with her mother it always had, and likely always would, be a very big comfort drink to her. Coffee, after all, you drank to get woken up, or more alert. She didn't need to add the jitters to her list of problems tonight.