[As the one with the paintbrush, Bryn has an easier time of it turning her head and stopping whenever she wants to look at Jim or keep an eye on the party. It's clear from the look on her face however that she's committing their coffee preferences to memory. Leonard prefers it black but he'll take it just about any way he can get it, probably. Jim likes it sweeter with less edge. Bryn happens to be somewhere between them. She'll drink it black but she likes hers with cream. Sugar only if it's terrible.]

He may not share the sentiment but I do. I spend three-fourths of my life on the deck of an airship. [She used to, anyway, but as far as anyone here knows she's still an airship officer, not a Council agent.] More sometimes even. We may not travel beyond the borders of the country and we're certainly not equipped for space travel but there's something to be said for the community that's built and the potential for adventure anywhere that isn't easily found when you're on solid ground.

[Bryn continues to paint Leonard's skin until with one last swish of her brush she finishes. Easing back, she looks at his design, then to Jim for comparison, and nods in satisfaction.]

All done. Plus, being on a ship is where I learned to love coffee. I have some from home here you'll have to try, tell me how it compares, both of you.