Thanks! [ He'd meant it, his grin a little proud at the compliment. He had already turned around to grab ingredients, mixing utensils, but stopped short and looked over his shoulder, lowering a wing so he could see him. ]

Not necessarily tired, just a guess. Do you like sugar in your drinks? Hazelnut, french vanilla, any other kind of flavoring I should keep in mind? Or-- straight up black?

[ Adjusting always took time, but since he wasn't screaming or otherwise being a danger to himself or others, Eugene was confident he'd do fine. ]

Anything you need? We're pretty good at looking after our own, since we're all in the same boat, so-to-speak.