Bill liked the way she talked fondly of her friends, like they were idiots but her idiots. There was a bond there, like he'd seen develop in the first war. When you'd seen something that couldn't be unseen and those who stood with you were the only ones who'd truly understand. He'd been a child, but he'd seen the adults and he saw it in them. "Well you're in the right place."
Honestly Bill felt a little envious that there was no one here for him like Beverly. Although he could look after himself and preferred to, it was nice to have someone thinking of you.
Americans did love their coffee and Bill didn't mind a cup now and then, although he usually leaned toward tea. An accio here and there brought what he needed including the tray which floated steady in front of him as he poked at the coffee pot to get it to boil and then lifted it with his hand to pour. "Black or white? Sugar?" He offered with a smile as he tucked his wand away again at his back.