Peyton kept her inner turmoil to herself, hearing the word 'coffee.' Good God, they were lucky they had water available, let alone all the alcohol in the basement. The last time there was coffee in this house was around thirty years ago, probably longer than that.
"We haven't gotten to go to the store yet today so we don't have any coffee." She replied, frowning slightly at Jefferson. "Sorry, would you want something else? We probably have enough alcohol downstairs to murder a country."
Seriously, getting drunk was a hobby for some of these vampires, simply because it was something other than blood they were able to drink. After living off of blood for so long, it was the most amazing feeling to take a shot of Bacardi for them.
"That's definitely a good thing." The cold weather was pretty disgusting to Peyton, especially since it was what now; January? She grimaced internally at the thought of having to brave February and even more disgusting snow and cold.
Turning toward Jefferson as he finished entering the house, she chuckled a bit. "Thanks for the compliment but this place isn't all that big when you live with three other people." It was more cramped than anything. Only now did she get a break since everyone went out.
"The old stuff is comforting to listen to but still." Peyton sighed before shrugging her shoulders. "Do you want something to drink?"