“There are few enough chances to see the probe itself in action. Seeing it come up is perhaps better, but that will be a while. And help yourself to coffee if you’d like,” he said, gesturing to the table in the corner where a pot was waiting.
“Thanks.”
“Make yourselves comfortable while you’re waiting,” said Bob as he turned back to the probe.
Vergen went over to the coffee pot and poured himself a mug to which he added a helping of cream. Mirka followed and picked up a mug for herself.
“I suppose that’s what is here,” he said. “Not too much, though.”
“Okay,” Mirka said as she poured a small mug and added a similar measure of cream.
“Is that cream in your coffee, or coffee in your cream?” said her father.
“Uh… Neither?”