[Some form of relief strikes Hubert when she accepts his elbow that he hadn't realized he'd been waiting for. The breath Hubert lets out is quiet and far from a sigh as he looks ahead again, and the corners of his mouth lift ever so faintly.]

Mm. Leslie is never a bother, I can assure you. I wouldn't be opposed to coffee if you don't mind the animals.

[But, let's be real, when was Hubert ever opposed to coffee? His residence had become an outright zoo at one point between all the occupants, and with their departure he and Leslie had inherited all those animals. Recalling Nico rubbing at her hands, Hubert places his free gloved hand over her in the crook of his elbow so at least her fingers wouldn't freeze for his request.]

I've recently acquired a bag from Purramid that I'm quite pleased with. Hopefully it's to your tastes.