[ He's at least mildly hopeful that she's hiding something iron rich in that coffee, but given that it's Westerley, he'll settle for just actual coffee being in it.

Still, either she's not making any effort to conceal her disdain for talking to her father or it's so remarkably potent that she can't help but sound as if she's scoffing at his very existence.

In this regard, Lavi considers his relative lack of attachments fortunate. ]

Are you really going to be able to sleep with "probably fine", though?

[ Not judgment, though he does sound concerned. ]

I couldn't, if it was Yu or Steinbeck. Or this one girl who carries a really, really scary bow.