You asked. I'll take what you have, it's fine. I don't expect most people to have cocoa to add to their coffee.

[He returns the broom to where Tony got it from, because of course he was paying attention to that, and dumps the shards of mug into the trash before accepting the coffee.

He holds it with both hands a moment, as if taking in the warmth of it. Though the metal one doesn't really read heat the same way as the flesh one, so it's a familiar comparison of data in his brain.]

Even the instant stuff here. Is better than some coffee I've had. It smells good, either way. Thank you.