Rook's palate was not nearly as refined as Lucanis's, so she imagined she could choke down anything that wouldn't make her sick, and even then, she'd probably stomached worse and survived. She'd survived Harding's turns in the kitchen before Bellara and Lucanis had put their feet down, mutually, and taken over the meal rotations. "Ah, of course," she hummed, lips curving at his drink of choice. At this point she'd have been hard pressed to name a time she'd seen him without a cup of coffee in hand. "Guess I'll go see what tonight's special is. Want another coffee while I'm up there?"