Chaos Chapter 12: Kidnapped
Lots of papers, mostly of jobs that grom had been hoarding since coming to azure, as well as a coffee mug, some food items including instant coffee mix, and other junk he'd likely received as payment for the jobs he'd completed and not yet had time to sell
Chronicles of Sol: Smuggler's Run
She looked down at the coffee mug. "don't like the coffee here either?" she said lightly. "no its fine... just wasn't thirsty." sol laughed. "then you obviously haven't had any of it, because the coffee on this tub tastes like engine coolant."
Celebration of a Lifetime (Various TF/TGs)
After a few minutes, the sounds die down, and chris walks back into the room with a coffee mug, something steaming from it. "hot-hot," he mutters as he brings it over to me. "why's it so hot? did you boil it or something?"
Jackie-The-Junior Fathers-Day
Leaning down, i sniff at the coffee cup, and the stylized fox on it. yea it's the milk with coffee in it, the way patrick likes it. glancing at him he just looks back at me with a sleepy but curious expression on his face.
Star Trek: Warrior - Book Two - "Atlantis"
Captain alexander greyfell stared into the ominous black liquid of his coffee cup, not wanting to look up at his first officer, across the ready room table.
True Divinity
Langley smirked, finally showing a genuine smile to the husky maid once she came back with his coffee mug. he took a sip and said: "thank you, dear. that'll be all." twenty lively minutes passed as the two opossums chatted over their coffee.
The Days After
Gloria was not consoled, and her shoulders sagged as she looked down into the depths of her coffee mug. "i can't even tell my own children apart any more," she lamented quietly, and her husband reached over with his good arm to hold her shoulder.