Carlos asked curiously, "Do you really like coffee? I thought Europeans preferred chocolate and wine—or tea, like the British. I never imagined coffee would be your drink."
Krugger almost spat."Chocolate? Tea?" he barked, slamming his tin cup onto the table. "Those are drinks for the soft, Carlos—for French courtiers who paint like children and English lords who sit on silk chairs while planning how to betray their next ally. To a real Prussian, tea is nothing but colored water, and chocolate… chocolate is a dessert for priests and frightened children."
He leaned forward, his face tightening as he delivered what he considered simple Prussian common sense.
