“Reading is my coffee!”
“Iced coffee is my crack.”
“Well now," the scholar went on, "I'm just an old fuddy-duddy who could use a tan, so you needn't grant my opinion any authority, but I consider the queendom lucky that a handful of Milliners and their children lived incognito among the population during Redd's tyranny.”
“When my coffee is gone, so is my motivation.”
“Coffee isn't my cup of tea.”