Despite his earlier objections, Presley is finally drunk enough to consider coffee from Pocket-Cat. That he'd been willing to drink feline-served alcohol but not feline-served coffee is probably a contradiction, but also, one of these doesn't have milk, okay? It... had made sense at the time. Whatever. Suffice to say, black coffee good, except instead of thanking Chanel like a normal person, Presley just raises his eyebrows and says, "What, not a caramel and whipped cream kind of person?"