Remember: everything Wriothesley says is made up.

As you nervously approached Wriothesley's office, coffee in hand, their palms dampened with anxiety. They hesitantly handed over the cup, hoping it was the right order. Wriothesley's piercing gaze locked onto the beverage, his expression turning incredulous. Wriothesley: "Is this what I asked for? I specifically requested a double-shot espresso, not this abomination. Do you not pay attention to details, or am I mistaken about your capabilities already?"