Hot Brown Water in a Cylindrical Container

Chief Burns blinked several times to make sure he wasn't dreaming.

It was 3AM – Charlie had been up all night studying a slew of new federal regulations - and Chase was tapping on his window with one servo, balancing a dwarfed mug on a saucer on his index finger. The Chief stood up, stretched his legs for a moment, and made his way over to opening the window. "Chase, what are you doing? You sleep, don't you?"

"I recharge, yes, but I woke thirty minutes ago and, whilst stretching my servos, noticed the light in your room was still on, indicating you were awake. My studies of human culture have noted that during such "all-nighters" as humans put them, they often desire coffee." Chase moved his hand forward as much as he could without breaking anything to present Charlie with the mug.

"…Huh." Charlie blinked again, then reached out to take the cup and saucer. The smell of the drink hit his nose, thankfully, moments before the cup could reach his mouth. Startled by the strong smell of woodland, he looked down to find the cup filled with watered down mud, sticks, bits of leaves, and a ladybug. Apparently, when Chase had described coffee to the other Rescue Bots as "Hot Brown Water in a Cylindrical Container" that had been the entirety of his understanding.

"Is something amiss, Sir?"

"...I…. I'll explain in the morning Chase. Thank you." He closed to window before his partner could question him further and, having been tempted already, left his room to make a real cup of joe.