"We call it caf." Cobb got down a second mug and poured one for Lauri-Ell. Was there enough for two? There always was. They each got a little less but they got some.

He slid the mug towards her. "If it's too bitter you can add a little milk to soften the taste."

With his hands wrapped around his for the warmth - it was so chilly in the mornings - Cobb leaned a hip against the counter. "Pretty sure you can train 'em during the day and learn to cook at night. Don't have to be one thing your whole life."