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Chuckling, Trev merely nodded, acknowledging that the answer was possibly both of her guesses. "Amity would leave me out to freeze," he agreed, taking the mug and dumping a healthy amount of cream into it. "'Ow long you been 'ere anyway? I go to the 'Ogshead a lot." He flopped back onto the bed and sloshed some coffee on his shirt in the process, he managed to lift his head up enough to take another drink safely.