Operation: Hot Coffee was going well, if Jiang was any judge.<br/><br/>Nothing was on fire at least, which he was generally given to understand was a sign of success in most any endeavor. The machine was gurgling away, a steady drip of warm liquid slowly filling the pot beneath it. A rich scent too, rose to complement the sight. It reminded him of the mess, early in the morning. Though this coffee had a....smoother scent. More richness to it. He wasn't sure if that was good or bad yet. Jiang supposed he would find out when his guest arrived and they drank. Because that was....something you did with guests when you had coffee. Yes. The officer looked back over the counter, instinctively taking stock. Making sure everything was in order. That everything was prepared.<br/><br/>The coffee was filling up nicely. It'd be done relatively soon.<br/><br/>The cat stood there and watched it for a bit, lacking anything pressing to attend too. Coffee. Talking over coffee. He had it on good authority it was an icebreaker. So this seemed like a very solid start to the engagement, at least if he was any judge of the matter. He liked to think he was. Then a realization hit him, as he went over the situation for a second time. There was something...missing. Every time he'd seen a cafe, or coffee outside the mess, there had seemed to be some sort of...finger food or meal alongside it. It'd be....rude, probably, to not provide it. But what did he have? Mentally, the soldier went over his list of consumables-rations mostly, but he still had a loaf of bread. Maybe toast? That sounded....like a good match.<br/><br/>So Jiang set to work again, with his characteristic efficiency and diligence. Before long, there was a platter of toast with a stick of butter laid out. The coffee had finished brewing, and the room smelled just lovely and everything was, hopefully, perfect. This, of course, did nothing to calm Jiang down. Lesley was due any moment, and the mere thought of that was enough for his chest to tighten. He hadn't....truly, done anything like this before. Bad for the nerves that. Then a beeping cut through the panic. An indicator. Someone was at the door. Lesley, probably. If something was on fire they would have just called him.<br/><br/>So.<br/><br/>Had to be.<br/><br/>He shot over to the door, doing his best not to look nervous. There wasn't much he could do about the tail bushing up, but he could try to keep everything else...steady. Then he opened the door and...oh. Oh. Lesley was....beautiful. Long hair, good features and really nice lips. Jiang blinked, as he realized he was staring. "...Um. Hello!" Jiang said, putting on his best smile. "I made coffee. And toast." He opened the door wider and stepped aside, inviting the other man in.<br/><br/>"Would you...like some?"