Despite herself, Camilla's irritation faded slightly. She walked toward the table and eventually pulled out the remaining chair before sitting down opposite him. The moment she settled into the seat, her attention was drawn to the cup placed directly in front of her. Steam still rose gently from its surface, carrying an unfamiliar but surprisingly pleasant aroma.
She reached toward it but paused before her fingers touched the cup.
Her eyes shifted toward Stan.
"This is coffee?"
"Yes."
Camilla studied the dark liquid for another moment, as though trying to determine whether it was some kind of cultivation resource disguised as an ordinary beverage. Eventually, she decided to take the risk and carefully lifted the cup toward her lips.
Stan remained completely relaxed.
