Ed comes into kitchen, yawning, taking
his coffee with a grunt and raising an eyebrow at mine after he's
begun to actually wake up. "Since when do you not take cream and
sugar?"
"Since today," I offer with
a shrug. "Condiments hide the truth of things."
He snorts, says: "That almost
made sense."
"Sorry."
"Sorry?"
"It's far too early in the
morning for things to be making sense."
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