"That's it," she replies, tapping her cup again when he points out that they're too good. It's almost hard to follow the conversation with him going a mile a minute like that, but she manages well enough. "At least I can recognise my own failings." The remark is made idly, with a touch of wryness, and in another moment, her mask is back in place, firmly locked. "I think he's probably a combination of the two. Who says people like us can't be drunk every now and then?"

Welcome back, grin. She missed you.

"I'm sitting here in a diner, sipping the same cup of coffee I have been for the past hour," Raven replies, teasing just a little. "Who says I have to like food?" A beat. "I like comfort food."