There is something very, very fond about the expression on his face as he looks at them.

"All right."

He turns carefully to face Bar-guniang and says, politely,

"Bar-guniang. May we have a cup of the coffee with milk that Ingress prefers? And--"

"--a small cup, otherwise. For me." Remembering how bitter it had been when he had tried it before, he adds, "Perhaps with milk as well."

A large latte manifests in a mug the color of Ingress's hair, along with a white mug of freshly percolated coffee with cream.