[He has no idea, because he doesn't own a suit of plate! Aveline might know, but she's not here...so Cousland will just have to deal with Hawke.]

I did too, at first.

[He's just gonna pull up a chair and join her now and start opening the little packets of cream and dumping them into the questionable beverage still finger-pushed a safe distance away from the woman in plate.]

It still might not suit at all times, but it's oddly appealing first thing in the morning.

[Now to rip open the little paper sugar envelopes...he'll dump two in before stirring the whole mess with a stirstick that he also brought over and finger-nudging it back toward her]

Try it now. You can add more sugar if you want.