Predictably - perhaps painfully so -, Charlie makes a low, smug little noise of utter and complete disdain for the offer of coffee and then rolls up, pushing the blankets down to his lap and slowly extricating his legs from hers.

"Tea, I should think. Unless you've your heart set on the other, in which case I'd recommend tracking Helena down to see if she'll whip you up a batch." It's all mild leg pulling, punctuated by a grin and a heavy pat in the general area of her hip through the heaped blankets.