"I might have, yes." He frowns, mock thoughtful. "Should think that would defeat the purpose of the exercise, though."

It doesn't matter, he'll drink it anyway. The caffeine alone is worthwhile, and it wouldn't be the first time he drank coffee that had been made incorrectly. (Oh, Molly.)

He leans back in his chair, watches, observes, evaluates. Could just as easily be mistaken for benign interest in Arthur's struggle with his own meal. (The smell is, in his defense, more than distasteful.) "May just try another cafe next time. Don't usually get my coffee out here, some trial and error is going to be unavoidable."