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Post by psylocke on Nov 18, 2009 15:23:41 GMT
As Alex made his way down to the kitchen Betsy got up and got a small tray of different types of pastry’s to go with the tea. She placed the tray on the table before sitting down again just before he walked into the room. “Quite alright these things do happen to everyone from time to time.” taking the flower she smelled it before making a bit of a face when he said he was a coffee junkie. “Been here for months and I still don’t understand American’s need to drink so much coffee some of them act as if they would die with out it.” she placed the flower down on the table near her. She noticed many of the teens around here acted like it was the end of the world when the coffee ran out.
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Post by halo on Nov 18, 2009 22:35:43 GMT
Smiling he looked over at her. "As I said, in a former life, I was more than addicted I swear they put coffee into my I.V's when I was injured." He winked to let her know he was slightly joking, might not have been in his IV, but they did have to keep a pot in his room, or the nurses couldn't handle him. Dropping into his own seat he smiled at the little spread in front of him. Pastries and the stuff his ancestor's threw into the Boston Harbor, but right now he was just enjoying the idea of talking with someone his own age. Since his night drinking with Amber, and then Duncan he has had nothing but Teenagers to deal with.
"While, I can understand what you say, as a person who needed the stuff to survive, I'll admit it can be a miracle worker when it comes to waking a body up."
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