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I locked myself in the bathroom and splashed my face for a long time with either warm, then cool, or completely icy water. She was flushed as if from the cold, but the general swelling had not gone away. Nightmare. My eyes wouldn't see this. No, crying is still a disgusting habit. I'll go have some tea. By the way, you should offer Norwood too, if he hasn’t left. If he refuses just like that, it will be as compensation for spilled coffee.

Tea was waiting for me on the table. And Norwood is at the window.

“Drink,” he said without turning around.

– Pour it for yourself too. Drinking tea alone when there is a guest in the house is, to say the least, unsightly. I'll look for cognac now. Or I'll order it.

– Sit down and drink. You won't want cognac after this tea. And don't worry about me. Today is my coffee day.

“Then coffee,” I agreed easily. She took out a jar from the cabinet. – Here. Ground, Arabica. Now. And I wasn’t going to drink cognac after tea, really. A sip into the tea. By the way, how much sugar did you put in? I put two spoons.

– Miss Blair. “He finally turned around, was next to me in a couple of steps, took the can from me, took it by the shoulders and sat me down on a chair. – Drink, I say. What kind of attack of verbiage against the backdrop of hysteria? Did you get infected from Volger? Let's. Should I spoon-feed you?

“The hysteria is over,” I said, wrapping my hands around the hot cup. – Perhaps temporarily. She didn't report.

– I already understood that.

The tea smelled strange. No tea. Did he add something there, or what? That's why I asked about potions. I took a careful, very small sip.

It's unusual, but you can drink it. Perhaps no worse and no better than with cognac.

I drank slowly, trying out the new taste. About halfway through the mug I decided – no, I don’t like it. Some kind of non-sugar and non-honey, sticky sweetness. Asked:

–What did you pour in there?

– Do you want all the ingredients in alphabetical order?

– Let me think. If you ask a person what kind of book he is reading, would you be satisfied with the answer: “Do you want all the letters in alphabetical order?”, or would you prefer the title?

– Name of all potions in alphabetical order? – Norwood grinned distinctly. – It's a mixture.

“Mixture number three, with pepper,” I remembered a quote from the film. I wonder if Lemonade Joe was filmed here?

– Without pepper. Number two thousand two hundred and forty three. Fifth prototype. Very valuable information, isn't it?

“Informative,” I agreed. – If you are interested in the impressions of a guinea pig, then it is too cloying.

“Otherwise it would be too bitter.”

– Maybe we should really add some pepper? Although, in tea… But in coffee it would be a different matter.

Even I don’t drink coffee with herbs. Disgusting taste.

– And coffee with pepper is unique. I was treated to something. Is it possible to eat this mixture of yours? By the way, can I ask you? If you don't want coffee, just sit down. It's not very convenient to talk to someone who looms behind you.

– It’s easier to control the process while standing. Although it is unlikely that you will manage to blow up anything now.

Judging by the sound, Norwood opened the refrigerator. He chuckled and closed it.

– And in any case, you have nothing to eat, so accept it.

– You can order pizza. Do you know how delicious the pizzas are in Little Italy?

– Judging by the number of boxes in the living room, they are very tasty. I'll take your word for it. – He still poured himself some coffee and sat down opposite.

– Why the word? I still need something for dinner. Four muffins all day is not a diet you can be proud of.

–Have you decided to starve yourself to death? For what, I wonder?

– I decided? I think you're the one trying your best to get away from pizza.

– You don’t have breakfast, skip lunch and don’t have lunch when you come home from work, of course, it’s also because of me. – Norwood pulled his wallet out of his pocket. He turned the light green business card over in his hands. – We'll have to atone.

– What nonsense! – I was indignant. – You know about today’s lunch as well as I do, and breakfast… I just had a nightmare, and I got drunk on coffee and decided to take a walk before work.

“In the rain,” Norwood nodded understandingly. – The umbrella flew away. The portal failed. Herr Volger has arrived. The coffee spilled out. Well at least there are some cupcakes left. What about lunch?

“Depression,” I answered vindictively. – Belated search for the meaning of life.

– To be or not to be? To eat or not to eat?

I grabbed the mug. My hands began to tremble.

– You didn’t guess. And we won't. ? then your mixture number two thousand two hundred forty-three without pepper will not help.

– Mine will help. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be sitting here, but gaining experience somewhere in Tibet. And I also searched for the meaning of life.