[ Kaeya leans forward and Reno leans back ever so slightly—not because of his personal space, of course, but to afford him a better view. To afford them both a better view, honestly, because there's no easier way to scope someone's rack than when they're bent forward like that. ]

—Wait, you want me to make it? And share it afterward? Nice try.

[ Picking up his tankard, he gestures with it almost as if to toast to the death of that goofy fuckin' idea before he takes a sip. ]

Besides, that'd just be a fast track to finding out why nobody who knows me ever wants me behind the bar or on coffee duty. Drink-makin' isn't exactly my specialty. I do know my way around a frying pan, though. Best post-hangover breakfasts ever.

[ Not that he sticks around long enough to cook for anybody ever, but the allure is usually enough to get him in the door. ]