"'Lotta people," Winter replies, squinting a little as she nods. No use disagreeing with the obvious. She knocks her head to the side as a crowd of be-feathered freshmen wander by their table. "Lotta...wings. Aside from the alcohol making it easier to t-t-talk—" she didn't do that on purpose, honest. "The little cicada shape in the foam is cute."

Winter tips her absurd coffee mug just enough so that Presley can see the foam design.