Both, coffee AND cookies.
And hot chocolate (laced with rum, if you prefer, and Irish Whiskey in the coffee for the Irish, since this is March) and as always, warm chocolate chip cookies. They are all waiting for you on the mezzanine, on the way to the library.
And now, I can unpack and get settled until the next time we move. (If we’re lucky enough to do it in a month...)
Did someone put them in the same room?
I’m lost and there’s a life-form I don’t recognize tugging at my leg.