"Ah, so...high school?" Roland wonders out loud, but doesn't offer it with finality, knowing everyone on this train came from different versions of what he might know. Judging from the clues though, he might be close.

He serves the coffee in a nice white mug with a shortbread biscuit laying on the side of the plate. "Milk and Honey Coffee ala Voidtrecker, for a Mr...?" Roland pretends to call out as if he was actually servicing, the smile on his face small yet genuine, actually enjoying himself and hoping the coffee he brews tastes as intended. When the name is provided and there's some silence, Roland decides to speak again.

"Law, huh?" He wipes his hands on his apron. Leans both hands on the counter. "If you can believe it, I'm a law graduate myself. You're definitely going to need as much coffee as you can get."