[ Claire laughs, the sound coming from just inside the doorway. ]

After years of hospital coffee, I think I deserve to treat myself. This is a French roast I haven't had in centuries. Come on in, would you like a cup?

[ She loves that the Horizon can give her this small taste of the only good part of France: mornings in bed whenever Jamie could afford it. She hadn't needed servants, and she will never have them again, but damn if it hadn't felt good to be served coffee in bed while lounging around pregnant. ]