[Dell hands the first cup over to Cyril, brow raised.]

Elves, huh.

[Somehow, Engie's not surprised by it. This kid almost looked like something out or a Tolkein story. He's also met a lot of people out of his "realm," so to speak, so he doesn't question it much.

Basically: this is fine.]

Cocoa's... somethin' of a luxury in certain parts of the world where I come from, too. Not where I live, but other places... that's another story. [He shrugs.] Consider yourself a lucky elf either way, kiddo. You're gonna like coffee.