They really, really don't and Cooper is very grateful that the coffee is normal. And black. He scoots his own cup in her direction in a quiet request for a refill as he picks the bearclaw up with an easy "Thanks".

Looking very happy, no less. It's been a while since he had one of these. And he loves them so he bites into it aaaand there's that wide smile that's reserved for damn fine things.

Yes. Good.

C:


"I would pick this kind of bearclaw over chocolate any time", he says after swallowing that mouthful and setting it down again to go for a complimentary sip of coffee (assuming she DID pour him any but she's so far perfectly adept at her job). And hey, it's true, because his favourite is jelly anyway.