[ Sylvain watches him take a sip, waiting patiently for the verdict. But the expression that flares across Sizhui's face has him hooting in laughter as he reaches out for the cup, mirth dancing in amber eyes. ]

Oh, that's not a good face, that doesn't bode well.

[ Still he sniffs at it again, because it does smell good, but he's a little more braced for it than Sizhui'd been. Taking a slow sip, he savors it for a moment before swallowing it down. While he doesn't grimace quite as badly as his companion, his nose does wrinkle a little. ]

I can see how that could be an acquired taste - sort of like some liquors - but I definitely think it could use something to soften it. Should we try the cream or the sugar or both?

[ He's not writing it off just yet. He could see how the bold flavor had potential. It was just a little... too bold at the moment. ]