Washington let out an ecstatic cheer, throwing an excited fist into the air for a brief moment, happy to quickly scurry off and slip a pair of tennis shoes on, neatly tying up the laces before joining Mass and following him out to his car. He quickly hopped inside, too, the second it got unlocked, snuggling back into the seat he plopped himself into, of course buckling himself in as safety was important. "So, you won't drink my home-brewed coffee, but you'll happily get some from this Dunkin' place?" They mock-saltily asked with a half-grin, still pretending to not know of Dunkin'; Starbucks was, would, and forever will be supreme in their opinion, and nothing could change their stubborn stance about it.