As I said when we met, Eugene. I am an elf of many talents.

[This was, more than anything else, something of a test run. It's been a few years since he's last mixed drinking chocolate and he knows that Eugene will be a far more forgiving critic than Isaac. Whenever he presents this to his redheaded friend. Associate. Whatever it was they had he wishes everything to be perfect. Judging from Eugene's reaction? He has met that.]

Perhaps I should give up the work of an assassin and instead mix this for the remainder of my days.