That wasn't her preferred additive, no. She unscrewed a second cup from the bottom of the thermos and filled it, her motions combining ritual grace with slow, deliberate motions that kept her sleeves by her elbows and her pale hands and wrists open to inspection. It was best to be very open when a ninja knew you had something up your sleeve, after all. Especially when that was literal.

Wordlessly, she held it out as a peace offering.