She feels markedly out of place here; this is not her world.

But it's fascinating, still, and so even though she's not allowed to touch anything, she leans over the bowls and looks, trying to figure out what he's doing by the ingredients alone.

"Well, you don't look much like a ray of sunshine yourself, sweetheart," she gripes, automatically accepting the cup. She looks down at it, so tempting and warm and creamy, but shakes her head and sets it down on the counter in front of her. "Thanks, but I really shouldn't. Not if I want to sleep at all tonight."