“It’s because you still humour him. He stopped sending them to me. He learned better,” Natasha replied with a grin. She didn’t elaborate.

Her distraction seemed to be working, he already seemed in better spirits, and she pressed her leg against his with a smile. Finally lifting her mug to her lips she took a sip of the incredibly sweet drink before setting it down again, appearing oblivious to the dot of whipped cream on the end of her nose. “How do people drink these all the time?” she asked. It was nice as a treat, and she was actually enjoying it, but there were people that frequented this place daily, and sometimes multiple times a day. She wasn’t sure they even made just a normal coffee so was this what their patrons drank on a daily basis?