[ Someone who didn't know Jefferson as well as Cassian did might have asked him if he was crazy, in that moment. Instead, Cassian's eyebrows looked like they were going to attempt parkour off his face, onto his hairline and into the air. ]

Problem with that.

[ Cassian starts ticking off his fingers, slowly. ]

One: Rhiannon would quit, probably stating that she worked in a hostile work environment.

Two: We have no fewer than seven regulars, including your landlord, who drink our coffee.

Three: Do you have any idea how many pots I make in a day? Especially a day when Rhi and I are both working.

You're not taking coffee off the menu. Not if you want to keep your employees.

Is this about Emma? [ Because she comes in, every day, and asks Cassian about hot chocolate. Every. Day. ]