[ Though the coffee hadn't been particularly kind to him, Joshua does enjoy the smell of it. It's a rich, dark scent, not like the light, herbal scent of tea. It reminds him of the difference between Clive and himself, in a way.

Maybe coffee will suit Clive better.

The compliment makes him huff out a laugh, and he peers into the mug to check the level of coffee inside of it. Still about halfway to go, he thinks. ]

Don't go asking me to prepare a royal feast. One would think that someone with fire spells would be better at this sort of thing.