There's a soft 'pop' in the air about a foot beside Luka and there's a much closer scent of coffee immediately afterward. He'll find that there's just a floating travel mug of coffee, closed so it doesn't get knocked and spilled, with the perfect blend of coffee and milk waiting for him. It may not be exactly what he gets, but it's a solid ratio of the two to be just enough to fit what he'd asked for.

"He has, and he thinks this is about endurance. If he outlasts the threat, he'll win." She explains, taking a sip before answering that last bit.

"I doubt it, he sees it more like... a duty to fulfill."