"I haven't," Lee replied, the idea of even something that resembled chicory coffee making Lee's mouth water.

"You know, if this Maggie sold your beignets, we could have our own Café du Monde," he said with a grin. "Café de l'Univers," he amended, his grin widening. He was kidding, of course, not trying to suggest career ideas or anything. At least not for Sabine.

"Do you think you could teach me to make beignets myself?" he asked, already knowing his talents as a sommelier weren't going to get him far here, most (if not all) the wine here coming from the replicators.