[ The smell of coffee would've summoned him if that caffeine water had been made correctly at all. A groggy glance at the message, that sad pot of coffee catches his eye longer as he enters the kitchen. It looks gross. He will immediately blame Jack for this with a grimace, a pointed look, settling into a forced smile. WHAT A WASTE OF COFFEE BEANS. ]
Good morning...
[ He brought his own beans with him and he starts setting up the filters and the coffee mill to grind them. Because no way is he tasting whatever that first pot is supposed to be. Politely directed at the both of them (and anyone else within earshot really) -- ]
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Good morning...
[ He brought his own beans with him and he starts setting up the filters and the coffee mill to grind them. Because no way is he tasting whatever that first pot is supposed to be. Politely directed at the both of them (and anyone else within earshot really) -- ]
Would you guys like a cup?