Steven looked around, not sure what to put in to see what would happen. His vision blurred for a second, and he had to pause, wobbling, while he looked around. What even was there to put in the filter?
He staggered over to his bag, seeing his lunch. On the way, he'd picked up some fried chicken for later. "Yesss... that'd be so funny!" He also had a bag of chewie candies, and grabbed one out of the open bag, the bag tipping and spilling the rest into the bottom of the rucksack.
A leg of chicken in one hand, candy in the other, he walked over and tried to poke them into the filter. The candy fit in easily, the round blue paper wrapper along with it, lettering on the side reading 'Watermelon' flavoured. The chicken didn't fit, but some crumbs and skin landed in there.
Giggling at his random choices, Steven set the dial to 3, and put the maker on to brew. Within minutes, it was pouring out a strangely scented brew, stinking of fried chicken, a lurid pink colour. He picked it up and glugged it, immediately regretting it. It tasted disgusting.
Stomach gurgling, head woozy from the dumb combination of booze and magical coffee, he went over and leaned in the chair behind the counter, dozing off to sleep...