Teapot whistled at French Press, who was standing on the counter across the kitchen from him.

French Press would have flipped her hair if she'd had any. As it was, she gave Teapot a disdainful look and hopped several inches away, moving a little closer to Neshomeh as she did so.

"Aww, who's a good French Press?" Neshomeh cooed, giving Teapot a filthy look as she did so. Under her breath, she muttered, "Dirty cheater."

Teapot let the insult slide off his polished ceramic exterior. He'd been with so many Boarders at this point he was starting to lose track. He didn't really mind; all he had eyes for was French Press. Now that was one gorgeous gal.

Neshomeh left the room, and Teapot took the opportunity to hop along the counter to French Press. The coffeepot raised a disapproving eyebrow at him, but when Teapot gave another appreciative whistle, she blushed slightly and moved a little closer, giggling when he poured hot water in her top.

Of course, it was at that moment Neshomeh decided to return. She stopped and stared, horror-struck, when she saw her French Press doing hot beverage-maker intimate things to Teapot.

"No!" Neshomeh cried. "First you, Teapot, and then you, French Press? Why must everyone I love leave me?" She turned and ran off to find Phobos.

"Have I ever mentioned how steamy I think our love will be?" Teapot murmured into French Press' ear. She smiled.