"Do you take milk and sugar in your coffee?"
"I drink tea."
Ling took another cup from the stack next to the coffee machine and filled it with hot water from the nearby kettle before dropping a tea bag into it. "Milk?" she asked.
"Please."
Ling smiled and carried both Bran's cup and her own cup (of coffee) to the table, setting them gently down on the glass. Bran brought his hand up under the table and pressed his palm against where the cup sat on the table. The glass was cold. He kept his hand there.
They were out of the underground area with the eyeball monster and instead in a crisp and clean room that smelled of both frost and magic. Bran knew they still had to be underground, yet one entire wall of the office was clad with glass that let him gaze out at the city, or at least, a city. So far, he hadn't spotted a single landmark he knew.
