He had a point, one that was echoed by many of the people in her head. It was one of the hardest for her to really internalize, though, as was anything to do with taking care of herself. That had always been her shortcoming, and something that her Remy had taken rather seriously -- the way she had always worried for him far more than he'd ever worried for himself.

Eyes widening at the mention of coffee, she tried not to look too hopeful and eager when she glanced over him. (She failed miserably, of course.) "Coffee?" she repeated, her tone making it seem like she was talking about some prized gem instead of something people had with their breakfast everyday. "I haven't had any in years, good or otherwise."