"Tea has its moments," she agrees, and it is the tone of someone who loves tea, really, but whose blood runs closer to espresso. She groans a little, laughing, and rests her head in her hand.

"You can get it here but it's not the same." A singularly tragic moment, and her smile is self mocking, again. "The world is in turmoil, but what about my coffee?"

Her life is hard, and doesn't she know it.