I expected nothing.  The catgirl in the shirt had told me that this was just basic coffee, so I really expected nothing from drinking it.  Just...coffee that was made today instead of during the last century.  I expected<em>nothing</em>.<br/><br/>What I got was an explosion on my tongue and my brain going<em>splat</em>as stars swam in my vision and I was sucking down that coffee like I had been in the desert and found a truck-full of Evian.  No sooner had I finished than two things went<em>thump</em>on the ground.  The first was me, my legs having buckled at the shock of such good coffee.  The second was my tail, thumping against the floor as it swished.  There was no liquid left in the coffee cup, but my nose was stuck in it past the rim and I could<em>smell</em>the coffee that had been there, and that was enough to give me a contact high.  I giggled, almost helplessly, as I continued to inhale.<br/><br/>My entire body relaxed, as I sprawled on the floor, probably in a fashion that wasn't likely to be found in a coffeeshop.  I heard a new voice tickling my ears, and looked over in its direction.  There was a momentary twinge of distaste, but it passed as I was reminded about<em>coffee</em>.  The little girl regarded me, asked me a question, and I answered.  "Uh-huh," I giggled after that, "sure was."  It was literally the fact that my limbs refused to work that I was not already nuzzling the coffee cup like it was my new best friend.  Probably.  Maybe.  Hopefully.