Rogue contemplated having a second cup of coffee as he pushed aside his plate, and nodded as he answered her question with his usual precision. It was good to have his perspective, she could use it as a basis while cooking for the others until she got to know their individual tastes better.

Sipping at her coffee, she admitted, "I love everything sweet. I blame it on being a southerner. We have this iced sweet tea that we make that the rest of the world doesn't seem to really understand - it's chock full of sugar and amazing on a hot summer day."

She grinned then, feeling more content in that moment than she had in a while. "Between that and an obsession with all things chocolate, I've got enough sugar in me that I really should have a much sweeter disposition than I do." It was a joke many people had made over the years, and she'd come to embrace it.