"Neither." Another beat. "Or possibly sugar. It's been a while, I've got no idea how I'll handle it."

Less was more? Possibly? He vaguely remembered needing to work his way back up to black coffee again, the last time he'd had a mouth.

Jono pulled in another breath, and then grinned. Ah, that felt good.

"And hell if I know what the island is thinking half the time, but it can go right ahead and keep doing it."