[ The smile inches higher and higher, subtly cautious but unmistakable. Though her eyes are tired, there's a hint of mirth that makes it to them. ]

If only...! [ She echoes it quietly, jokingly sympathetic. There's a soft laugh under her additional, ] Right. And since we're already friends - I guess it would only be right to offer you a milkshake instead, if that's your preference. [ They'd have to go somewhere else for it, but-- ] The truth is, I don't drink coffee either.

[ Although she probably looks like she could use it. ]