She reappears a moment or so later with what seems to be a fresh (fishless) pot of coffee and a plate with a couple of donuts on it. One is the requested bearclaw and the other, what looks like the Johto equivalent of a Boston Cream.

She sits back down and plops the plate down on the table before producing a clean mug and pouring herself a clean cup. Without salt or pepper. Because really, those just don't go with coffee.

"There. Enjoy. ... But the chocolate one's mine."