Erin sighs deeply. Her cheeks turn a faint pink and she mumbles something inaudible, realizes she did that, and tries again:

"Free," she answers. "Generally my preferences have been 'free'. I've stooped so low as to add sugar substitutes so as not to bother the waitress if the table is out of sugar. But if it helps, leave me unattended and I will turn black coffee into uh, syrup, by adding sugar."

"...My apologies to every coffee culture I've ever encountered but in this case also New Orleans specifically."