"However could they be confusing?" she inquired, gently wrapping two fingers around the mug's holder and the rest on the bottom. Somehow, though she knew it was Port, she suddenly thought she'd received coffee. Ah, the association the mind makes with everyday objects! How peculiar! She'd have to write something about it later. Such as how her ring was the only thing to remind her to stay faithful, it was only the alcoholic smell that kept in her mind that it wasn't a very staunch brew of tea or coffee, but what she'd seen him pour in. The inner workings of the mind, how interesting an experience to recognize and write on!
"They're adorable," she said, tickling the side of it again. "I used to have a variety of them in different colours in my office, way back in the days they had just come out. Very popular."