"Speaking of coffee..." Jace said, looking down at his empty mug mournfully. "Does anyone want to get me another cup? I don't feel like getting up."
"Well, it's not your fault, it comes with your profession." Lance said teasingly, patting her on the head.
"At least she admits it." Arriadne said, smirking. She looked at Jace. "Get it yourself, why don't you?"
"Let the sky rain potatoes," said a musing voice. "Let it thunder to the tune of Greensleeves."