"Well, it was one mind-control guy using a commune as a front. It's both hard and weird to try to subdue muddy, naked people without hurting 'em. And it's breakfast, so I'm gonna stop talking about this." He takes a sip of coffee.

His eyes widen. He gives his cup a double-take, swallows, looks to Verity. "Oh, my god, what did you do to my coffee? This is incredible!"

Oh, but stories. "Yeah, sure, shoot." Clint will be over here, mostly ears, but also a mouth, because pastries and Heaven's Own Drip Perk.