Sure, maybe, except some people are very stubborn. Like doctors who insist on setting other people's arms and stitching up other people's wounds while practically cut in half, themselves. After stitching themselves up. Because some people have unrealistic expectations for themsleves, or an overinflated sense of duty, or... something. (Little bit of the pot calling the kettle black. What? You heard me.)

Thankfully, too, the coffee pot is out of view of the main room, so Law can't see Soldat's second violent twitch in as many minutes at the unexpected word when they were already on edge. At least it's quick, and the metal hand is steady when they pour most of what's left into a clean mug. And consider what they can grab for him to eat with it that won't taste terrible with the taste of coffee. ... that isn't bread.

"Do you hate pastry as much as you hate bread?" they call back as they set the pot into the sink to wash out while lunch cooks.