César opens his mouth to almost say no, his brain is going to be really picky, but then he closes it and... just gives a shrug and buries the momentary improper irritation (why, brain, are you getting irritated about this? It'll be fine!).

"Okay. Okay, I will. I just apologize if my brain decides to be ornery about this."

He almost looks relieved when he picks up the coffee and smells it, knowing it's too hot to drink still. "... okay. It likes this. I think it just thought it was going to be picky?"

SHRUG.