Mikasa falls in love with a new craft; a perfectly brewed cup of coffee awakens her and Levi to realize what home is to them after a life of war. -=-=-=-=- "Oh, this is much better than tea," she said with a sly smile as she nudged him to sit at the wooden kitchen table. A firm shove on his shoulders forced him to take a seat. "The hell do you mean better than tea?" Defeated, yet only slightly offended, Levi slumped against the table. "Wouldn't have expected living in London to give you such shitty taste, Mikasa. Especially living with me."