Fortunately for him, nopony and nozebra paid him any mind, especially not when Pinkie returned with two fresh mugs of coffee, suspended in the protruding curls of her mane. Zakurai took his and wasted no time in thanking her and drinking, while the still-silent Zabraxas begrudgingly accepted his. Pinkie squinted at the Prince’s grimace as he drank, then fished around in her mane and procured milk and sugar to add to it, stirring them into the drink before hoofing it back to Zabraxas. This time, he was far more appreciative of the drink, even going so far as to utter a single word of thanks. A tiny gesture, but one Pinkie was over the moon about.