" Would you like a . . . a cup of cider?” She thought she heard him laugh. “A cup of cider? In the middle of the night?” She smiled, knowing he couldn’t see her, but it felt good after a day spent worrying. “It’s silly. I’m sorry. Never mind.” “No! I’d like a cup of a cider. Or a cup of . . . anything . . . with you, ma’am. "

― Tamera Alexander , The Inheritance