Magnus re-entered the room, holding a steaming mug in his hands which he held out to Maia. "Here," he told her, "drink this. It'll make you feel better."
Maia raised her eyebrows at the warlock. "Is that a potion?"
"The strongest one I know." Magnus confirmed, dropping into the nearest chair.
Magnus sighed when Maia only looked more weary of the drink. "Coffee." He said definitively, shaking his head. "I swear, you turn one Mundie into a rat and no one ever thinks it's safe to take a drink from you ever again…" he muttered to himself.
"Mundie?" Simon challenged.
"One?" Jace asked.
"Huh?" Maia said, looking around the room at each of them, thouroughly confused. When she saw that no one was going to offer any explanation she took several long sips of the coffee Magnus had brought her. "You're right, this is helping," she told the warlock.
Magnus nodded knowingly. "800 years of late nights followed by unfortunately early mornings, my dear."