"That morning in the rain, yes," Natasha agreed, inclining her head slightly. "And I don't mind at all. I'm surprisingly looking forward to it. Since not having a proper brew in any length of time sounds tragic."

She motions to her halfway-built counter, her expression rueful. "If my machines were hooked up, I'd have fixed it already, but I think I'm going to have to offer you a raincheck for the moment."