“Morning,” said a voice behind him. Bond turned to find Nomi walking down the hall, as insouciant as ever in a white suit jacket and white trousers. “I see they’re letting anyone into the building these days. How lowering. Is that coffee in need of a good home? Because—“

“Don’t you dare.” Moneypenny breezed around a corner and relieved James of his drinks tray. “Morning, Bond. I’ve got bad news, by the way, you’re going to need to start doubling the order. Mallory knows, and he wants in.”

“Mallory wants an oatmilk latte?”

“That’s the part you’re concerned about?” Moneypenny asked, opening the pastry bag. “And no, he wants a black coffee with one and a half sugars, and a plain croissant. Same time as my delivery is fine.”

Bond rubbed at his face. “One and a half—Jesus. Fine. This is extortionate, though, just so you know.”

“It would be, except you volunteered to be extorted in the first place.” Moneypenny countered, her mouth full of muffin.

“Not by Mallory,” Bond grumbled.

“Then maybe you shouldn’t have snogged your boyfriend in the garage. Mallory’s car has a motion-activated dash cam.”

“Shit. Noted.”

“Get on with you, then.” Moneypenny waved a hand at him. “You too, 007. I’ll see you later.”

“Yes. Definitely!” Nomi called after Moneypenny. “Have a nice face!”

Moneypenny turned around. “Have a nice what?”