"Doubting my abilities in coffee making, are we? Ya know I’d brew you a cup out of purest elf gold if you asked, right, sweetie?" Fred grinned at Verity as he walked around her, bowing a little closer as he spoke. He winked an eye at her, as he pushed his hand against the backroom's entrance.
"Though I might've to disappoint you on the mocha today, I'm afraid. We don't have any milk and I reckon that's what you need for one, yeah?" he called from inside the office, as he had neglected to close the door behind him. He rifled through the only cabinet not overflowing with package upon package of mysterious, mildly hazardous things, getting out a pretty little metal box that was supposed to house their coffee beans, peeking into it and then turning towards the coffee maker. He looked it up and down a second, before casting the doorway a sidelong glance, mouth twisting into a smirk. ”Oi, Verity, how was it you were supposed to do this, again? Mind showing me?”