A shadow passes over Ren's expression at the mention of Drake. He's one of the few people here who's not just kind to Akechi but interested in him as a person, but the things he said to Ren...

Well, it doesn't matter. He gives Frog a sidelong look, suspicious of his motives, but he can't think of a way that making coffee could be twisted against him. "...Okay. Thanks."

He slides down from his stool again and heads behind the counter. He hesitates for a moment by the aprons—then his chin sets stubbornly, and he takes one and pulls it over his head.