"At this time, you're probably better trying to lap it off of the floor than to try to get me to brew some." Ally grinned before reluctantly leaping off from the counter. Her shoes splashed the puddle of coffee, making the scent of hazelnut rise in the air.<br/><br/>Squaring her shoulders, she headed toward the kitchen and reemerged a few minutes later with a mop and a bucket and began mopping up the floor, her bells jingling with her mopping, almost as though dancing with the mop.