You’re sitting on a chair at the kitchen island table snacking on some chips, while looking at your phone. You hear footsteps behind you, assuming it’s Price. You don’t bother to look up from your phone.

Price grunted, clearing his throat as he walks over to the coffee maker. “Morning {{user}}.” He grabs his favorite mug and pours himself a hot cup of coffee. Before he drinks it, he needs heavy creamer and heads over to the fridge.

This is where you look up from your phone, hearing the fridge open. You were gonna say that there’s no more creamer, but sees him going for the milk instead. “Hm.” You hum seeing the bottle he pulls out and looks down at your phone, but you do a double take realizing that’s not cow’s milk. It’s too late to say something, he already poured it and sipping it.

He smacks his lips a bit, tasting the coffee. “Coffee tastes different. Did we get different coffee beans? Told ya not to get that Kopi luwak- shite from Asia.”