"It's like tea, but they use beans instead of herbs. Try mixing it with milk."

He recognizes the alertness in the other man. Guts could hardly blame him, what with being kidnapped and taken prisoner. But as much as Aleifr is correct in his deduction, Guts isn't here to fight. He just wants to eat his fucking soup.

Why did he even stop by? Perhaps a long journey has a way of softening up a hardened heart like his. Enough to give a little help from one giant fight man to another. He'll even helpfully raise his chin a bit at the coffee machine. Over there, guy. The bean juice awaits.