Yes, Turkish. I've never actually been to that part of the world--in my world--but they're known for the unique way they make their coffee. Among other things.

[Answering Jaskier's curiosity is easier than dwelling on the hows and whys of how she came into possession of the coffee set. It's hers now due to a doubling of loss, which is a story that's become increasingly common of late. The whole of the Mirrorbound seemed doomed to heartache lately, although it feels like she is more than most. But that's the recency of Karin's departure thinking more than anything else.

The squeeze to her hand is a welcome comfort, at any rate. She gently squeezes his in return.]

I wouldn't go as far to say as I was torturing myself. But I concede your point otherwise. I have fond memories of her in the kitchen trying it time and time again, and those matter more than whether I... [She cuts herself off, blinking back a bit of fresh stinging. When she speaks again, she picks up on an entirely new track.]

I'm afraid you're on your own when it comes to figuring out coffee. But I really appreciate sharing tea with you like this, when we have the chance to.

[Despite herself, she gives him a small smile.]