"I do. It's similar enough to something in my home." There is a definite smile there, as he gathers more and then balances two mugs and the plate. "It's better than what my mother swore by in the mornings." He got it, in that he understood the technical ideal of caffeine and its benefits.

Then again, Bulma had also often lamented and whined about the energy he'd had, and how it was in his blood. Even if she'd always described his father as...calmer. Or at least more controlled, disciplined.

"Assuming they don't have a different name for it, it's a hot drink made of chocolate." Passing her the mug, and holding his own up for a toast. "Which is a dessert item where I'm from, and a very good bribe when wives and mothers are upset with you."