"Give her a second, then," he said, grabbing some bottled water and pouring it over the sugar cube as slowly as he could manage. "I don't have any of the fancy shite, but I can get her drinkable."

A moment later and he was handing it over to Kanan after the last of the sugar had melted away. "There you go. Give her a stir, and try not to slam her like some frat boy at prom."

GODSDAMMIT JOHN