She could not help but laugh at Eowyn's face, but it was warm and soft, not at her expense but companionable. Hild had a good idea of what the drink would taste like, even before she took her own experimental sip.

"It is sweet," she agreed, without Eowyn having said so much. She liked sweet things, of course, but had found that the modern world, with its seemingly inexhaustible supply of sugar, like its sweet things to be dripping in sugar and syrup. "And different. But I think I might like it. The mochas are better. Not so sweet."