Tea? What was this, Tseng's hide-out? No SOLDIER worth their strength would ever admit to drinking that stuff. Unless you were Angeal or Sephiroth, in which case Zack doubted anyone had the balls to call either one out of their taste in drinks. And while Zack could vaguely remember the sludge they'd served in the mess hall, at least that stuff packed enough of a punch to wake him up.

And strangely enough, he only remembered it because there were mornings he swore that stuff was leftover experimentation scrub from the Science Lab. There was no way real coffee would squeak and attempt to escape from his mug before he'd gulped it down.

"That's weak stuff, friend. You can't honestly expect me to drink that. I might as well just dump water on myself- it'd work better."