Re: THE KITCHEN
Cole pushed the percolator down as far as it would go without snapping, and let it sit for a minute. Percolating.
They'd been coming in droves for days now, family after family after family. As he knew they would - after all, he'd been the one to send out the letters, the summons to Azoth, although he still didn't know why. He was just following his own orders, after all.
Now sufficiently settled, he poured a measure of the thick, black coffee into a mug - which, rather disconcertingly, had a teddy bear on the front and "hugs make the day brighter" on the back, but it was the only one he could find without rooting through all of their shit.
The coffee burned his tongue and he took a tentative sip, but he didn't mind too much. Caffeine was more important at this point.