What Oriel lacked in verbal expression he made up for in facial expression. One slender brow lifted up, well past the thick layer of his fringe. "I hope not. Otherwise, your coffee tastes are sort of.. well, gross," he said, with that sparkle of laughter lighting his eyes.
He took another bite and nodded, smiling. "I didn't see that one, but it looked good." He had heard of it, and epic movies like that could be quite entertaining.
"I like fantasy. And adventure," he replied. "The Princess Bride is my favourite. Well, and Mary Poppins," he admitted, looking a bit sheepish.