It's not that Five wasn't listening for Raven, but the lack of sleep might be starting to be an issue. He won't admit that he was dozing off when he jerks his head up from where he'd been scribbling in one of the books from the study. In any case, he's instantly alert once he sees him with the bag.

His eyes narrow at him. A few seconds later he remembers the errand he sent him on, but it's still a surprise that he returned already. As he speaks, Five stares in total silence as what's happening in front of him slowly reaches his brain.

Holy shit, he actually found some.

Five doesn't bother walking over to him, he teleports the few feet between them to grab the bag and look through it himself. Everything on the list, and more. This... this is good. When he looks back at him, it's like he already forgot he was there, and he tries to temper his excitement.

"Thanks." In a blink he disappears again, and soon after he's clanging things around in the kitchen nearby looking for that pot people have been using for tea and a mug. (These cupboards are a mess.)

It's been weeks since he's had a decent cup of coffee. Not since Elliot's unfortunate demise. Apparently his hopes are up that he might have just found his replacement.