"There is absolutely a difference," Neal says, borderline offended. "And yes, I have eaten coffee grounds, as part of a steak rub. I've used them in Turkish shortbread and macaroons, among other things."

He looks at the little pods, plucks them lightly from Kugrash's paws, and then--with a tiny hnnngh expression and a moment of hesitation, waves to his shoulder. "Is it rude to say climb aboard? I have no idea. We're going and getting actual coffee."