[ Rook pauses, pouring grounds into the filter, and looks over his shoulder. ] I do, actually. [ And then, as if that somehow needs explanation: ] I made banana bread a couple of weeks after I moved in. Mom always uses a lot in hers. Homesickness, I guess. [ A slight shrug and a lopsided grin, before he returns to his task.
With the coffee beginning to brew, Rook finally returns to fetching the rest of the ingredients, pulling vanilla and cinnamon out of a cupboard. ]
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[ Rook pauses, pouring grounds into the filter, and looks over his shoulder. ] I do, actually. [ And then, as if that somehow needs explanation: ] I made banana bread a couple of weeks after I moved in. Mom always uses a lot in hers. Homesickness, I guess. [ A slight shrug and a lopsided grin, before he returns to his task.
With the coffee beginning to brew, Rook finally returns to fetching the rest of the ingredients, pulling vanilla and cinnamon out of a cupboard. ]