"Well, yes," Kaitlyn said, "I could, but why do you even want me to?"

"Well, I like the quote," replied Scapegrace. "And there was mention made of French presses..."

("What is a French press, anyway?" DawnFire whispered to KittyEden. "Is it a coffee thing?"

"That sounds right," the other Boarder said softly. She leaned her head on DawnFire's shoulder. "Shh, now, I want to hear."

The Canadian Boarder ran a hand through her hair, and mimed zipping her lips.)

"I know Neshomeh's the expert," Scapegrace was saying, but I thought...since you also have experience--"

"Oh, I've got experience," Kaitlyn said. She eyed Scapegrace speculatively. "Alright, then," she said at last. "I'll draw you like one of my--well, Neshomeh's--French presses. I don't suppose you can produce hot water?"

"I," said Scapegrace, blushing. "No, I don't think so..."

Kaitlyn shrugged, and stepped closer. "Never mind, then," she said, and smiled. "We'll just have to improvise..."