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“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!—
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted—
On this home by Horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore—
Is there—is there balm in Gilead?—tell me—tell me, I implore!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
The Caffeine cave 4: Back in action!.......... Again.
Yesh shir! Right aways!
<i>With a meaningful salute, the blue man would turn and head for the drawers behind him. He'd begin searching through them while mumbling.</i>
Houshe blend, hooooushe blend! Come out houshe blend!
<i>With an "<b>Aha </b>", the man would return to the counter with a scoop of beans. With a flick of his wrist, he'd empty the scoop into an old-fashioned hand grinder and ground the beans to perfection.</i>
Nexsht is ze water.
<i>The man puts the ground beans into a filter above a small pot before fetching a kettle from the kitchen. The man would start pouring the boiling liquid over the beans with unbelievable aplomb. After a few moments, he'd set down the kettle and fetch a coffee mug. With a smile he'd transfer the black liquid into the mug before placing it on the counter before Kei. </i>
Here yoo go shir! One houshe blend! And next is the mish's order!
<i>He'd salute again and fetch another mug and a small container of tea leaves. Grabbing a small metal ball, he'd open it and toss in some camomile leaves and shut it. Plopoing the metal ball into the cup, he would then grab the kettle once more and fill the mug with hot water, the fragrance of the tea soothing those who smell it. With a smile it is placed before Senri.</i>
For yoo, mish! Drink up!