Octavia had to resist the urge to reel back in disgust as he put her precious tea in a foam cup. Well, he probably thought I wanted it to go. She thought, forcing herself to smile as she accepted the bag and foam atrocity from the stallion. Although, he should have asked. Is it still worth making a point and eating in? What if he did it on purpose? Do they even have real cups?" She wondered, standing still as she ran through her possibilities mentally. Suddenly, she remembered his question.

"Oh, um, uh, no, I think that's it. What do I owe you?" She asked, shaking her head to clear her concerns away at least until she finished the conversation.