She might be reading his mind.

She chuckles softly, politely covering her mouth to try to hide her amusement. She shakes her head at him.

"We might should see about getting you some coffee, too," she smirks. "Would have brought you some myself, but I don't think you ever did tell me how you take it."

There's perhaps a glint in her eyes that express the fact that "with whiskey in" is not the answer she is looking for.