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"Yeah, like..." Trevor did a complicated two hand gesture to try and surmise what all 'stuff' entailed exactly. He followed her glance to the kitchen, frowning curiously. "Maybe not. Coffee?" He frowned again. "Don't you 'ave beer or anything?" Her last few words finally registered and he cracked up again. "You tried to get Amity to coddle you while drunk?"