[ She flicks a quick look at him, lips pinched but curved up a little at the corners-- dry amusement in spite of herself. ] Sure thing... new pal.

[ She does as requested, pouring and humming a little derisively when he makes that remark about the witch -- Pepper's not that impressed either -- pointedly leaving room for milk in his cup at his urging and arching a brow at him; a wordless happy? (Like she doesn't take creamer in her own coffee, don't be a hypocrite Pep.) ]

All signs point to serious lack of planning and foresight on her part, at the very least. [ She sighs with annoyance as she returns the coffee pot to its rightful place; she hates poor planning. ] Talk on the grapevine says the latest excursion was... something of a crapshoot.

[ Or a shitstorm, take your pick. ]