I have not yet tried it. ( Faintly conspiratorial, she leans forward, as though a whisper were necessary for privacy, as though this were some great secret. )

Knights are not always so bold as we would wish it believed.

( Terrible, dangerous, fearsome coffee. A dread adversary, an outright danger. Faintly dramatised, Herian sighs. ) I tell myself it is wisdom, but alas.

( Alas, she fears she may be a coward, to withdraw from some possible clash with this terrible entity, coffee. )

Red, please.