[ he chuckles to himself and he can't tell to what, exactly--it all seems unlikely but far from impossible, that the man seated at the table was a boy once who needed constraints on his sweet tooth, that they really are alike in this. he pours into the unchipped mug, slings the kettle back onto the stovetop and reaches up to rifle through the cabinet. ]
Is that right.
[ he finds the small honey jar and circles back around at last, stepping over to the small table, setting everything down tidily one by one: his own coffee, the tea, the sweetener. ]
Seems to me like we're co-runnin' a pretty beat-down club then, partner.
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Is that right.
[ he finds the small honey jar and circles back around at last, stepping over to the small table, setting everything down tidily one by one: his own coffee, the tea, the sweetener. ]
Seems to me like we're co-runnin' a pretty beat-down club then, partner.