[She is a little nervous, considering how much time was spent on meticulously picking out each small bag of coffee for him to sample, and when he picks up the mug, her breath somehow catches a little in her chest.]

Yes, it is.

[Her cheeks are a little redder now, not because of the alcohol.]

I had designed the writing and the little hammer myself. Took far too long to perfect it... and then I had someone place it onto the mug.

[She shifts, moving a little closer to him.]

It is one of a kind, for our Captain. My Captain.