There were a few clanks, buzzes, and whistles as Ronan prepared the coffee -- the espresso machine came from off-world, and he still wasn't sure what a few of the levers did; still, it made the best espresso he'd ever had -- and a few moments later he came back in holding two cups, a third hovering just beside his shoulder. "Americano frangelico," he offered to Jack, "and a caffé macchiato Grand Marnier," he passed to Emma, the smaller cup having an odd little doodle of foam on the top. "How'd I do?"
He sat down with his own drink -- cappuccino with a shot of Fireball. "There's always more to learn," he told Jack. "I mean, beyond always coming across information on new species, there's always new insights into humans, too. New spells being written, that kind of thing."
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Date: 2012-05-24 09:41 pm (UTC)He sat down with his own drink -- cappuccino with a shot of Fireball. "There's always more to learn," he told Jack. "I mean, beyond always coming across information on new species, there's always new insights into humans, too. New spells being written, that kind of thing."