[The young woman is seated in a corner by herself, a glass mug with some sort of foamy liquid in it in front of her, which she's been nursing for a few minutes now.
She gives the raccoon a very pointed look when he approaches her holding some... concoction.] I'm sorry, you said it's called a "Timothy"?
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She gives the raccoon a very pointed look when he approaches her holding some... concoction.] I'm sorry, you said it's called a "Timothy"?
What makes you think I'll drink it?