"That comes with the territory, darling. --Good for one day only, mind."

He glugs the creamer into the mug, stuffing the bottle back in the icebox once he's finished (if only because leaving it out for long is just asking it to immediately spoil). There's little proper sugar to be had, so he doesn't bother with it.

"Go on, fix your awful coffee and go take a seat. I'll handle breakfast." He underscores the order with a firm pat to her bum.