"Excellent." Mab's voice was amused at the look of sudden terror that flashed across Elsa's face, she pulled the chair out and sat, crossing her legs and smoothing her skirt. Her fingers curled around the cup but she focused on Elsa, feeling her control waver, magic that felt so similar to hers trickling out for a moment frosting the girl's cup over. "Sit, child, and breath."

Lifting the cup to her mouth she sips the steamy liquid, pauses, at looks at it as though it has mortally offended her. Sugary sweet, processed, coated in caramel and chocolate with that barely there undertone of bitter coffee. It is horrible. She sets it down on the table and stares at it for a moment longer. "Swill." She finally murmurs. "I was informed that this establishment had high standards."