Conrad takes out three mugs and hums softly as he pours coffee into a cup, carefully adding the right amounts of sugar and cream. He hands two cups to his brothers, one to Wolfram and one to Gwendal, urging them to try.

"This is stupid, Weller!" Wolfram crosses his arms and kicks away from the table while still seated in his chair, "What makes you think I'll drink something you made!"

"Just try it Wolfram, it's good." Conrad smiles the way he usually smiles, raising an eyebrow at the ever so familiar tantrum, "I promise."

"You promise a lot of things! I'm not going to taint my beautiful mazoku body with this stupid human substance!"

"That's alright then. Gwendal?"

"…mnh."

"…Sir von Walde?" Conrad is cautious now, and is afraid to look at his older brother in fear of the worst.

"It is good."

"You're lying, Gwendal! It is…" Wolfram stops to sip, despite himself.

"Good."

"… it is."

"I'm glad."