( it would have been fine, anyway. even if she had been serious about leaving none for him. it was her condition he was worried about, and it was Futaba he would make sure to feed, before even thinking about a plate for himself. )

Heh. The coffee is bonafide... Leblanc-ified? ( he chuckled. it didn't sound as good as her commentary— ) I've been holding onto it until I knew it would come in handy. What do you think, worth it?

( he reaches to push his glasses back up his nose, with a smirk. )

Come on, it definitely tastes better up and off of the floor.