[Should he really have expected anything different? Getting any sort of straight answer from Nezumi would be nothing short of a miracle.]

"What an incredible honour it is to be served coffee by you." [They're words Nezumi should remember, memories that Shion has run over and over again in his head, and he can't help but smile softly while looking down into his cup.] It's as great as always. In the past, something like this would have been a luxury, wouldn't it? [It's somewhat nostalgic, and as bittersweet as the mild taste of the drink on his tongue.]

Here, go ahead. [It isn't his mother's bread, and Nezumi's hardly picky when it comes to food, but he gestures to the tray with his free hand.] I haven't had a lot of these before, so we can try them together.