Coffee. Sugar and some sort of dairy if we've got it on hand.

[Meredith glances up at Aelwyn, offering a mild smile.]

We've got a mostly-consistent timeline going for the cult, with some information that they'll have to search for. You know, make them feel like they've worked for it. Like a chunk of brownie in a tub of ice cream, feels better when you need to dig it out.

[Which makes her pause. Food metaphor because she forgot dinner? Maybe.]