(Oh right, I think she said she never had the pleasure)
"Just milk." Corin made a wry face. "Not to mention that sugar spoils the taste of coffee, sugar and caffeine can make me a little hyperactive."
(*chuckles* you're good at that! Hey, last time I saw centaurs (over half a year ago) they were still using medieval-type weapons on-planet. Is that still so? Also, can you bump Nautilus's question?)
(*muffles a snort* okay... *chuckles* but it bothers me.. )
Corin sweeped an elegant curtsy and stepped primly in. {not sure how a centaur does that, but I'm picturing something along the lines of the tucked spin of a barrel-racer... }
(Chic, you're gonna make people look at me funny! Regardless, Corin is acting like an airhead and I must lay down the Voice of Reason! )
"I regret to say I have never had the pleasure."
Corin tossed her blue-black hair playfully. "If it's isolated, it must get lonely; you should sing in a big horde of mares to cheer you up," she replied, straight-faced.
()
Corin flushed. "Oops." she mumbled. Then she chuckled. "Sorry. It's a gift and a curse in one. And I'm never more aware of it than in circumstances like today."
{Corin?! o_O Did you just do what I think you did?}