Dude, you have to have a cool mug. You got cool ass expensive candles burning, some 12-year-old scotch with those weird stones that aren’t ice, but are really cold and you finally got some nice throw blankets. Don’t fuck your vibe up with some shitty ass mugs. You spent all that time making her coffee. And not basic bitch coffee out of a regular coffee machine. No, you made that shit utilizing some outmoded technique that takes twice as long and tastes largely the same. POUR IT INTO A DESERVING VESSEL. She won’t figure out what Neighborhood is and probably assumes it’s something you got from a dirt mall, but you know. YOU KNOW AND THAT’S ALL THAT MATTERS.