[ With a small smile, Trahearne takes the coffee. Mm. Smells good. ]

Thank you.

[ As he backs away from the door, the inside comes into view--the bottom floor of his house in this tree is rather sparse. One table with two chairs sits beneath the window on one side of the room, and the other side is lined with counters. Perhaps it would typically be used for food prep, but it seems to be home mostly to books and a few miscellaneous containers. On the far side of the room, opposite the front door, is a spiral staircase leading up.

The cat leaps onto the table to watch as Trahearne places his coffee cup beside her, and he moves to start clearing away some of the books from the counterspace. ]

I can't say I'm too knowledgeable on food, or am much of a gourmet myself, so this is perfect, Beatrix. I appreciate this a great deal.

[ This should last him a while. He smiles at her. ]