"What? Pssh, naw." Kate shook her head a little, though her attire and her bed-head hairdoo told a completely different story. "I've been up for ho-o-ours," she added, yawning half-way through the word.
She held out a second mug to him, thankful both were clean. She only had two of them, and Clint came over sometimes, so she had to wash them fairly frequently.
Her nose crinkled. "Cream." . She gave a little smirk. "You're the one who wounds yourself with the cream in your coffee. No no, I like it black. Black like my soul." . An obvious joke.
Kate reached forward to pour herself some coffee from the machine now it was finished dripping.