“There is more cream than tea,” Zechariah homed in, then sniffed. “Auh, coffee. Coffee?”

Oh, God. The words tumbled out before he could think through the full implications, and it only snowballed from there.

“‘Not rich or attractive’, your ad-” he started heatedly, waving the folder at him. “That I- …” shit shit shit, “… saw,” Zechariah finished weakly.