"Um, thanks." From you, Verity, he'll accept strange American potions. The bitter smell's familiar, but he's still dubious about it.

"Who'd run away from Jim?" Felix certainly wouldn't, not from the way he's smiling. In exchange for the coffee, he'll lean over and show Verity what he's conjured. It's (currently) a slender feather, ghostly and translucent. "I've been playing around with a conjuration that's... a little tricky. So far I've found it easier to modify."