House actually had real coffee, and he made it in a French press, though of course like everyone else he did have one of those machines, he just thought the coffee was shit.

He poured into two cups, and set one on the counter before sliding onto a stool at the kitchen nook and taking a sip from the other.

The place was small, a one bedroom flat, and it was clean but cluttered. His pride and joy though was an actual piano shoved into one corner of the living room. It had been a bitch to get it up here, too.