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Olruggio's coffee is normally tea, taken with milk and honey in the summer, a spoonful of sugar in the winter and after a shock. Qifrey knows the exact shade of it like he knows his own, two mugs taken from the cupboard and set on the side as he makes what Olruggio drinks when he has a comission.
"Master Olruggio is going to be sick," Richeh comments from the counter, as Tetia bounces on her knees, straining to see over Qifrey's arms.
"Master Olruggio knows what he's doing."
"I want to try some," Tetia cheers, now on her tiptoes.
"No."