Who said I wasn't making decaf? [ He calls over his shoulder, already on the way to the kitchen. It's about all he ever buys, as often as he brews it. Better to not risk giving himself a fucking heart attack on top of everything else. ] Got a standing armor case in the corner by the coat rack.

[ Something he grabbed- well. Yesterday. He was planning on just maybe picking up something that could make him less likely to die in the coming weeks. The plans for such purchases and thefts are all over the coffee table. Hell, he's got a tablet with varying specs with pros and cons listed in blue, glowing font. Picking up what he can is well and good but he wants something that will work and work well. Since the last one got blown all to hell, well. That leaves him with fewer options. ]

Seafood or chicken? For the food.