"Whiskey it is." Fives is doing what he considers a very good job of not bouncing in excitement at the prospect, though based on the slightly wild-eyed look Echo's giving him probably not good enough.
"Fresh-baked this morning, sir," Echo offers, his voice a little strangled. "And my sugar-addict brother will have as many calories and caffeine as it's possible to pack into one cup," he adds, managing to sound a bit more natural, especially when Fives glares at him for the teasing. "What can I make for you, General?"
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"Fresh-baked this morning, sir," Echo offers, his voice a little strangled. "And my sugar-addict brother will have as many calories and caffeine as it's possible to pack into one cup," he adds, managing to sound a bit more natural, especially when Fives glares at him for the teasing. "What can I make for you, General?"