[ Huffing out an amused breath, V turns aside to fill the cup, careful to leave enough space for Cloud to top up with anything else. He's a black coffee kind of guy. Trying to add organic, real cream, it turns out, is a quick path to a stomachache. Probably because he's not used to it and he's not really thinking about where it came from. ]

Wouldn't be wrong. If they do, don't think they like 'em.

[ Sliding the cup across the breakfast bar towards the other man, V plucks up his own and takes a sip. Tastes like real coffee, not a synth version, and it's fast becoming one of his favorite things about this place. Fortunate since he's not been sleeping all that well since he arrived. ]

Where'ya from? Guessin' you worked out me, Johnny 'n Ker are from the same place.

[ Loosely speaking now that they're talking on a world scale instead of a state scale. Still blows his mind. ]