Hoping that was an invitation, he entered her office with mild caution. “I don’t really know if I can.” He smiled, almost sheepishly, and set the coffee on her desk with the additives he’d taken. “Some habits are hard to break.”
"I’m awful glad you said that," she muttered, slipping a flask from her pocket. "Sit down."
He did so quickly, tactfully ignoring the flask. This wasn’t even his Aperture; it wasn’t his place to tell her not to drink on the job.
She emptied the last of its contents into the mug, taking a drink before saying, “Multiverse machine, huh?”