Father/daughter coffee time

"Jesus fucking Christ," Brook gasps, pausing in the middle of making coffee. The thud, thud, thud coming from upstairs is getting louder--Not loud enough to drown out the young lady's moans, however.

"Language, hon." William is sitting stock-still at the table, staring at the wall.

"Yeah, but... Seriously. You gotta admit, it's... Wow. He must be destroying her."

"...I--I, uh... Yeah," William sighs. "I know. Do you think she's, um, okay?"

"I could go and check," Brook replies, a little too eagerly.

"N-no, that wouldn't be appropriate. Let's just try to enjoy our coffee." He smiles a little as his daughter places a cup beside him... But it fades when she spills a little over the edge, nearly burning his hand. "--Ah!"

Brook doesn't even notice: her eyes are on the ceiling, and she's biting her lip as she imagines what must be going on just a few feet above them. Taking a step back from the table, she leans against the counter and rubs her legs together subconsciously.

"Brook? Aren't you having any?"

"Oh... Sure," she says softly, blinking a few times as she comes back to her senses. Then she takes a few steps towards the fridge, cracks it open--

"OhmyGoditsmellssoGOOD," she blurts out, taking a deep breath and reaching inside. She returns with a large plastic tub in her hands.... One that William recognizes, but that he can't quite put his finger on.

"That's not... You shouldn't..."

"What, you think Mom's saving it?" Brook is already dipping a spoon into the goo-filled tub, slopping some into her coffee.

"You don't even know what it is," her father whines, but there's no conviction in his voice: he can't even articulate exactly what's bothering him.

"Mmm, it looks so creamy--Mmm!" Her eyes go wide as she takes a sip. Oooh, wooow... Dad, you gotta try this."

"I'm... I don't think... Not this time, dear," he says, sipping his own mercifully-black coffee.

"Why not? Seriously, it's the most insanely yummy thing I've ever--"

She stops short, staring out into the hallway. As he turns to follow his daughter's gaze, William realizes that the noise from upstairs has stopped... Just in time to see the aftermath.

The young woman from the furniture store is coming down the stairs, one shaky step at a time.