Come sit by the fire while I boil some water, then. [ He leads Kiehl into the parlor. He's still clearly drunk by the way he moves, but it's easier to be this way in one's own home. There are a couple high-backed plush chairs pulled up by the fire. The room is lined with books, and the curtains are drawn against the frozen window panes.
He disappears into another room for a few minutes, coming back with a tea tray. There's a generous pot of coffee, a small pitcher of cream, birch syrup, and a plate of buttery cookies. He sets it on the small table between the chairs.]
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He disappears into another room for a few minutes, coming back with a tea tray. There's a generous pot of coffee, a small pitcher of cream, birch syrup, and a plate of buttery cookies. He sets it on the small table between the chairs.]
How do you take yours?