The whipped cream in his hot chocolate rose in soft, sweet peaks. Reggie breathed in the lovely scent and sipped it with a blissful sigh. Say what you like about humans, they knew how to make a mean cup of hot chocolate.

Compared to this nirvana, coffee was nothing. Reggie had never understood the appeal, except to reflect it was probably the rackety dissonance of caffeine that kept people coming back for more.

He peeked over the rim of his cup at the two young men sitting at a nearby table, both drinking massive cups of the aforementioned over-caffeinated brew.