It's another surreal moment for Caspar, to be sitting at a table, sharing drinks with an alien. Come to think of it, when was the last time he shared drinks with anyone?

He takes another sip of coffee, then frowns a little in disappointment. "Too bad, I was hoping to surprise her. She doesn't have to keep drinking that bargain basement stuff in the Plaza." It doesn't seem like he knows what transpired in this very room on Halloween, or else he'd be a lot more uneasy. As it is, it's a decent enough café, in his opinion.

"So long as you're enjoying it." It reminds him a little of a cat, the way Faris drinks, and he tries not to stare. "Have you tried coffee? It's a little bitter, but it sounds like you might like that."