"Coffee," said the liar. "Black. And nothing but." To keep his smile, he didn't look at the cups that the Doctor had brought for them.

"Any variety of black tea. With the leaves, not a bag."

"And bring sugar. To your great surprise, I don't doubt, he loves it in his tea. Do you know how to get those sugar crystals? Like rock candy. That's what was traditional where we're from and it's what he likes best. You put them in your mouth and sip the tea through it, which no doubt would have been responsible for a remarkable rate of death by diabetes if anyone lived that long. But, oh, don't get ones with saffron. He has a thing about saffron."

The king gave the liar a warning look, and the liar sighed and mimed zipping his lips.