"This is what your father was drinking the first time I stayed here, correct? I remember the smell." Without waiting for a response, Roshaun reached over and snagged the mug of dark liquid sitting in front of Dairine, ignoring the flash of snarly anger across their bond.
'I swear, I will chuck you right back into Sol,' Dairine growled in his mind, only half awake and not yet willing to talk verbally.
Roshaun continued to ignore her temper. His partner was not a 'morning person', and had been getting less sleep than usual thanks to something she called 'midterms', whatever that was. Curiously, he sniffed at the mug, and found himself sighing at the rich smell coming from it.
A burst of electronic chatter at the edge of his partner bond that he recognized as Dairine having a quick conversation with Spot, then his partner smirked. 'Yeah, it's coffee. You should try it.'
Roshaun raised an elegant brow warily. Nothing good could come of Dairine's expression, expectant and amused and just a little vicious, but he couldn't actually see how it could be a trap.
Carefully, he took a sip.
Which he promptly spat back out in a spray across the table as rich, hot bitterness hit his tongue. He slammed the mug down and glared at his best friend as she burst into laughter. "You tried to poison me!"
Dairine was still laughing too hard, so she had to respond mentally. 'Oh, I did not, you big baby. I even checked with Spot first to make sure there's nothing in coffee that would hurt you.'
Still snickering, she used a small wizardry to clean the mess he made, then stole her mug back and took a long sip, staring at him in challenge the entire time. 'To be fair, coffee is an acquired taste.'
"Your entire species is crazy," Roshaun grumbled, getting up to get some water to wash the taste out of his mouth.