Sure.

[shoos him to sit on the couch while he fetches it; Forge’s common area is pretty much exactly what you’d expect, with several corkboards of project plans tacked on the walls, some jury-rigged workstations, and ongoing projects and tools out, though nothing small or light enough that a cat could eat it or bat it under a couch.]

Here ya go.

[he’s made them both cups. it just seems wise to have hot drinks when discussing memories at all]