"It's pretty bitter if you don't." The talk of sugar being costly, of all things, strikes him as odd, too. But didn't it used to be that way, years and years and years ago? He shrugs, his own cup of coffee lifted partway to his lips. "A lot of things that you'd think were costly are easy to get, here." Welcome to the lap of luxury, where the real price is that you're expected to suffer and die for it every so often.

He takes another swig of his own coffee, and nods. "Maybe a little too regularly. It's addictive. You miss it when you can't get a cup. One of the worst parts about the arenas." He grins as he says it, and stifles something of a laugh. The pain and the suffering and the dying are the actual worst parts, but you're not supposed to admit these things too loudly.