Catherine was kneeling down on a cushion while holding an empty cup. Horace floats over to her and pours coffee into her cup. She smiles at him and takes a sip.

"Mmm, did you broom this coughing yourself? It's delicious. Probably your best work."

Horace chuckled. "Are you asking if I 'brewed' this 'coffee' myself? Because I did, thank you."

Catherine scoffed. "That's what I said."