"It's hard-coded into our genetics," Martin shrugged. "Not that that's any excuse for someone to be overly lewd."

He reached into the cabinet and pulled out two wide, deep mugs, wiping them out with a damp paper towel to be sure there was no dust before filling them with soup. A baking sheet from under the counter made a servicable enough carrying tray. "I've got a box of crackers here, do you like crackers with your soup?"