[The work of the devil, or something that might call itself that, or something even worse!
He scoffs, leading the way out. He casts his glance around for the direction of the nearest establishment serving food, having made a mental note prior when he came in this direction.]
You think my world doesn't have coffee? What gives you that impression?
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[The work of the devil, or something that might call itself that, or something even worse!
He scoffs, leading the way out. He casts his glance around for the direction of the nearest establishment serving food, having made a mental note prior when he came in this direction.]
You think my world doesn't have coffee? What gives you that impression?
[That's not exactly what she asked.]