[ she gives an amused little hmph at his correction. Two thirds, then. What Sonic doesn't know won't hurt him (or his ego.) That amusement is quick to turn into a melodramatic sigh as she waves a hand, turning away from him to bustle around her little bat-sized kitchenette. ]

Hmph! Is it really so hard to believe I picked it up for you? Even the ultimate life form deserves a treat once in a while.

[ not that she truly thought he'd eat it... although she would've liked to see that. As she speaks, she pulls out the one thing she knows he will take - a bag of dark-roasted beans - and puts a pot of coffee on. Her beauty sleep will have to wait a bit longer. She's theoretically nocturnal, anyway. ]

... Still healing from your big battle?