Billy laughed softly, holding up his hands in mock surrender. Their coffee wasn't awful, it was true. But it wasn't the best, either, and Billy was just glad it gave him any sort of boost in the morning.

He settled on the bed since Goodnight had taken the chair, munching on fruit that was succulent enough he occasionally had to lick his fingers clean.

"Straight to San Francisco?" he asked, "Or are we heading to Sacramento, too?"