If anything you can call me thoughtful. [Haaaah. Hah. He seems perturbed by his own statement and hands the cup with the tea over to him, cradling the coffee for himself. He had a feeling things would pan out that way so he'd actually ordered it the way he would drink it himself. You know. With a bunch of cream and sugar.]

You sound surprised. I told you I live above a cafe. [He takes a sip from his own cup, only slightly flinching from the heat.] Aunt Cass wouldn't let me drink real coffee until maybe last year, so I started buying the cheap stuff and keeping it in our bedroom to make whenever I wanted. [A beat follows.] Though I sort of wish I'd known we were actually exchanging useful presents. I would have done better.

[Is it strange that he's actually admitting a fault? Possibly.]