Finnick's not in much of a hurry, just warily watching a group of fae at a table in the corner talking about organizing some huge party. He's far enough away that he can't hear every word, but the gesturing alone makes him worry.

He snaps out of it when Connor addresses him, looking sort of like a deer caught in the headlights for about half a second before he smiles bashfully down at his coffee.

"No... ridiculous cereal is only for special occasions, I'm afraid."