A hippie, I don't know. This hippie, however — [ she lifts their still-joined hands to point at herself, as though he needs the additional clarification ] — likes it sweet. Coffee or lattes, hot or cold; it doesn't matter as long as it's got sugar in it.

[ There are times, of course, when she has preferences or is in the mood for something particular, but the sweetness is the commonality between it all. ]