Peralta gives the cum-filled coffee to Santiago

"Ooooooh, Santiaaaaago!" you caw over the desk to your partner.

She looks up from her work, the normal look of irritation at your interruptions already evident.

"What is it, Jake?" she huffs.

"Well, I was going to offer you my coffee." She seems taken aback at your unusual display of kindness. "I haven't quite woken up yet, and it seems I put cream in it - you know how full on diary doesn't sit well with my... you know... downstairs. I think you'd be doing the whole office a kindness taking it off my hands. I'll go make my own in a minute."

Her angry frown softens.

"Oh thank you! I need a pick me up. Holt's got me rewriting all Scully's casework from the last two months because he forgot about them in his 'lasagne drawer'. Or at least, I think that's what he called it. They're all covered with some weird kind of..."

"Scully juice." You finish for her, genuinely disgusted. "No problem, here you are - something to take the edge off, and perhaps get rid of the Scully smell somewhat." You give the coffee a stir with the wooden stirrer and slide it over to her.