He'd heard the yelling and the dulcet tones of little feet careening down the stairs, sounding like they were in combat boots. He took a long sip of his coffee and went back to balancing his elbows on his knees; waiting.

In short order the perpetrator of the crime against tasteful humor alighted onto the steps beside him with her ... bowl of coffee. Tim briefly considered Athena hyped up on that much caffeine and his eyebrows scrunched then bounced in an expression of acceptance that there was fuck all he could do about it.

Then ... she punned again.

"Gettin' some mileage out of this, aren't you?"