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"We get hot water the traditional way," Anita turned a stove burner on and filled the teakettle with water.
"Want me to do it?" I asked.
"You'll just melt the tea kettle."
"Probably." I put coffee in the coffee maker. "I tried to fire ceramics, once. Broke everything. Too hot too fast," I explained.
"Seriously? That's funny."
"It's a part of army training on Kifirin," I said. "How to control your heat levels."
"Now, that I didn't expect," Anita handed me a coffee cup. "There I was, imagining that you'd taken time to explore your artistic side. I should have known better."
"Dude, you have an artistic side?" Watson shuffled in and began opening cabinet doors, no doubt searching for something to eat.
"Doubt it," I said, watching the coffeemaker do its work, steaming and sputtering as it filled the pot with dark liquid. "Although I might be able to shave an important message in your fur come the full moon."
"What message would that be?"
"I'm a difik?"
"Don't fall for it." Anita's whisper was loud enough for the neighbors to hear.
Klancy laughed.
I had to admit, I'd never heard him laugh until that moment. Even Watson grinned at the sound.
Reading is a gift to yourself that you can share with everyone.
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