"I never called you, Charlie," Emmeline said with a pointed glare when he insisted on calling her Firewhiskey anyways, "And if you aren't careful, you'll be making your own damn tea."

She made her way into the kitchen, lighting lamps along the way. She shrugged as she lit the small stove they had to start the kettle of water for tea. "People will talk no matter what," she said as she busied herself some more by pulling two teacups out of a cupboard and placed them on the small kitchen tablethey'd are around not long ago.

"My father is a bit of a hot topic even though it's been eleven years since he gambled away the family business," she added just in time for the kettle to whistle, "There should be some cream over there if you want it." Pouring the steaming water into the cups, she carefully added some tea to steep so they could start adding what they wanted sooner rather than later.

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