"Shit," he muttered looking in the cabinets for the tea bags. When he finally found them he was fumbling all over the place.
He set out a few glasses (two mis-matched mugs) on the counter beside the stove. At her excitement he placed his hand down with a howl. That had not been countertop. The burn was just a shot back to reality. He waved it in the air from the sting. "Some of you?" He got some of her, what did she mean?