[Perhaps if she wasn't already predisposed to Psionics, Jade would have easily brushed off that flicker of interest through the Communion being something else. As it is, she's keen enough to catch it. With a slightly lifted brow, she nods.]

Peachy. One black coffee.

[The same as hers. The last time she tried something a bit more flavorful, it ended with her getting a little handsy with someone she only just met.

[Less than a minute later, she retrieves a second cup and hands it over.] This is the least I can do for now. If the stuff you got works like how it does in my world, I might need a steady supply, and I'd prefer to know where it comes from.