It takes a few tries, but Ephemera prods his coffee maker into obedience. Food would be a good idea too. Or would have been, if he had anything for Drake. No--brains.

He considers that a moment. Wonders if it ought to seem weirder than it does.

Probably. But that's life.

He's prodding the coffee maker when Drake comes back out, frowning at it. "This thing has way too many buttons."