Katie loved making tea. There was something in the simplicity of the task which held serenity for those seeking it. Today she didn't even use magic to help the water along, instead letting it naturally reach a boil and enjoying the kettle's warming effect on the air around her. The time it took to make a pot of tea was precisely the amount of time Katie needed to gather some inner strength.
By the time she reached Adrian on the couch, she was ready to be honest with him.
'Hey Adrian,' she began, curling up against him, clutching her tea. 'You remember that girl you shagged, when you'd lost your memories? That band bird?'