It is indeed right, and Anduin offers his companion a soft word of thanks as he finishes stirring the chocolate and milk together and begins to serve it out.

"They would always have something sweet to give me with this, in the kitchens in the keep," Anduin muses as he works. "A cookie or some sort of bun. You would not suppose it was necessary, as sweet as hot chocolate is. Though I think you will find I did not mind it."

He smiles softly at the memory of it. "Which I suppose was rather the point, in hindsight."