[she snorts; tea is so quintessentially home. with it comes memories of Sue, a cup in her hand and a gentle word being said. it's Steve, early in the morning, listening to the morning radio. Jem and Lisa, sixteen and suffering their first real hangover. she gets it.
she hasn't seen that sort of look on Kieren's face in such a long time, too. ]
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she hasn't seen that sort of look on Kieren's face in such a long time, too. ]
The first cup always tastes the best.