"Sweetmilk," he repeats, taking another sip. Definitely comforting. It feels a bit like a hug in a cup, which he will absolutely not say out loud for fear of one of those little eye rolls. "The one my mom makes is called horchata. It's cinnamon and rice milk, and a few other things.

I may have to sneak from your thermos, if this is what you're bringing."