He situates himself in the seat, coffee in Kepler's hand, though he's careful to not actually make contact with him. The bag is placed on the console between them and Jacobi finally buckles his seatbelt, taking out his phone as he sips at his own coffee.

Sweet caffeine. He might be gloating about it to Maxwell.

"No, donuts are fine. But the place is run by half-trained idiots. Two of them? Obviously dating. Too busy flirting to notice that they almost - almost - gave me decaf. I watched - his hand - touch the decaf, and I swear my whole life flashed in front of my eyes."

He rolls his eyes.