"Uh, sure." James scoots up to the edge of the cushion to reach for the warmed mug. Carefully he hands it to Davin with the handle facing out. "Thanks. I'll just grab a cup," he says heading for the kitchen. It isn't hard to find given the size of the apartment. A black pot is sitting out on the stove, and James proceeds to fix himself a steaming mug filled with cocoa.
He takes a sip as he sits back down and ends up doing a slight double-take. The drink is perfect. Warm but not scalding, rich but not too sweet. "It's good," he says. "You made this?"
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Date: 2014-12-17 07:20 am (UTC)He takes a sip as he sits back down and ends up doing a slight double-take. The drink is perfect. Warm but not scalding, rich but not too sweet. "It's good," he says. "You made this?"