[He's rather clumsy handling the mug, but living with weaker hands and less dexterity means he's fairly used to the way his fingers work. It doesn't spill as he shuffles over, setting it on the table in front of Roy and retreating back to the kitchen to lurk in the dark and sip his own mug.]

It's the least I can do for a pro bono tailor, perhaps.

[Even a shoddy one, but L is smart enough to know when he's lucky to get free help.]