Ginny had no idea what constituted a decent Egyptian brew, but she did know a good pumpkin mocha when she saw one. She wasn't much of a coffee drinker, but she did like a good mocha now and again, especially when topped with ridiculous amounts of whipped cream and cinnamon. No sense in pretending a mocha was a healthy drink.
"So," she stirred the drink around with a tiny spoon, "might as well go straight to the source. What the hell's going on?"