She'd probably think this was the work of the devil. But thankfully, I think her prayers keep her out of trouble compared to me.

[Monts has always been a very troublesome young lady. As Weir walks past, she follows with her hands clasped behind her back.]

So, what kind of drinks do they have in your world? Has anyone reached the heights of iced coffee with mountains of whipped cream and caramel drizzle or are we a few centuries behind?