“Decorate it yourself, love, so you get it right. I’m bollocks with coffee preparation.”

“Tea drinker,” Yarrow said like it was an insult, though his tone was teasing.

“Rastafarian,” was the similarly toned reply.

“Oh, I’ve come up in the world,” Yarrow remarked as he put cream and sugar in his coffee. “Usually, I’m a Luddite.”

Cynthia giggled, putting her hand over her lips. “I can’t imagine finding one more appealing than the other.”

“He likes the sound of one more than the other,” Fritz replied. “He’s too ignorant to know the difference. Basically, a moron. But we humor him, as he pays us.”

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