It's not the tastiest honey in the pile. There's an earthiness to it, a certain floral note that doesn't quite ring, overpowered immediately by a robustness that doesn't quite please the tongue. Roland's expression reflects such a conflict as the thick honey is swallowed down with reluctance. Where's that water Romeo got...?

"...You should probably wash that down right away."

Roland offers Romeo the second mug of water, the spoon used for the alfalfa honey abandoned as soon as he can throw it to the side. Nope. The best coffee in the entire train's not going to be made with this.