"Just one, hm? What are the others?" she quips over her shoulder as she pads into the kitchen, loading up the coffeemaker in practiced movements and pulling down cups for them while the machine percolates softly. It doesn't take long to brew enough for the pair of them, and she's pouring the steaming liquid into mugs soon enough. Adding a splash of cream into hers, she totes the mugs back into the living room and Tony his with an expectant expression, probably waiting for a response to her earlier query.