[ Ah. So that is what the two of them had been looking for.

She places the cover carefully back in its place and busies herself with pouring coffee without looking up. ]

Cannot this Fen'Harel wait until Corypheus is done bringing his death and destruction? It seems rather vulgar to jostle one another so impatiently.

[ Once finished, she will pass each of them a cup— dressed as she knows preferred— only looking up inasmuch is as required to do so. Then, with dainty aplomb, and without bothering to cut it at all, she takes a fork to the cake.

Desperate times, etc. ]