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Brethren wrote:

Theodore performs a sort of apologetic shrug in Samuel's direction. "Ah lad, I don't know how to use this modern coffee paraphernalia. Mortar and pestle and a sock over a fire, that's more my speed. But then we get coffee grounds mixed in with the laundry." He shrugs, then grabs a couple teabags from a different box. "How about black tea?"

. . . the baby once again settles atop his aerator to blow little bubbles and make strange chirruping sounds.