The wrinkling of Benedict's nose communicates all he has to say on that matter, as he flashes Van a look that suggests he hopes he's joking-- but there are more pressing things at hand.

"Come on then," he says in his lofty way, rising from his desk and picking up his own cup, casting a cursory glance behind him at the still-unoccupied main Diplomacy office, just to make sure he isn't just missing the Ambassador. More coffee is never a problem, anyway.

"Unless you'd prefer to wait here." The world has truly turned upside down, if Benedict Artemaeus is heading to the kitchen to make something. For someone else.