Joe's eyebrows lift a little while the rest of his expression goes carefully blank.

Eleven.

The coffee pot sputters out the last of the water Joe poured into it, and Joe turns to take care of it.

He pours out a cup then turns back around to offer it to Yamato.

"Here, I'll let you make it up how you like it. There's cream, sugar, we also have milk if you want it." He gestures at the counter where he's set everything out along with a spoon for Yamato.