Genevieve wasn't trying to listen in. Really. She feigned texting as an excuse not to just pack up and leave, moving her fingers over a blank screen several tables down. When Mary shut her computer down she steeled herself, ran through one or two 'how doth the little crocodile's, and then cautiously approached.

"Um. Here. If you want some more coffee, this is on the house. Well, on me, not the house. But no charge." She set it down and then yanked her hand back, already feeling dreadfully embarrassed for herself.