"No, you fool, I..." The next words have always been difficult for Franziska to muster, no matter how much better she had gotten at saying them in recent times. She's still not sure whether that's something she appreciates or not.

"I wanted to apologi--"

It's at that very moment that their waiter returns, carrying a tray with their drinks carefully balanced atop.

"Two coffees with cream?" he asks, before starting to set the cups down.

Franziska glares at him, slamming a fist gently against the table. "Can't you see we're in the middle of something?"