"Well... Thanks." Jess shrugs. She owes him nothing but she can grant him that, for now. He ought to snatch it up quick. Who knows how long it'll be on the table. "In case I don't feel like saying it after."

She picks the cup up by the handle and blows across the surface, momentarily rending the steam before fresh wafts fill in the upright floating column. Impatient, Jess sips and hisses, sips and hisses, barely swallowing down a tablespoon when she decides to take a break for a minute. So far, nothing feels different. Jess uses him as her measuring device -- but more of a coloring book, waiting for the broad lines of him to fill in with shades she'll recognize.