Erwin gets a very familiar, rather put-upon look that holds very little actual annoyance.

"What makes you think we're serving coffee in the first place? It's a tea shop, isn't it?"

He turns and leans against the counter while the tea in their mugs steeps, taking note of the clock on the wall and loosely crossing his arms. He's in a slightly loose-fitting dark blue sweater and gray pants today, socked feet tucked into his house slippers.

"So what all do we have to do to make this happen?"