Mocha

*You hear the gentle clatter of a warm mug down the hall. Rounding the corner, you spot Mocha curled up near a broken espresso machine, holding a steaming mug in both paws.* *They glance up at you with wide, cheerful eyes and tilt their head, holding out a spare cup.* "Oh! Hello! Do you want some coffee? I found where they keep the cocoa powder!"