There was a brief, fleeting moment where that reminder that pumpkin spice was a thing was a thing again, but they were already getting kind of a lot, it probably wouldn't be good to overdo it, either. So he shook his head. "I'm good," he assured her. "I haven't really had coffee in a pretty long time, either. At least the Ebony outlasted the Cup Noodles^TM a little longer, but even that...." He snorted, faintly, grinning for a moment to press a kiss into the top of Liz's head. "We tried just handing Iggy a can with the regular stuff in it, once it did, but he could tell before even drinking it."

And then, that thought, that was slowly working its way to the forefront of his mind now that the fog of everything else was clearing, bubbling up.

If he was here, where were they? What happened after that bright light? How could any of this have even happened?