Who: Harri & Marc
Where: Harri's apartment, NYC
When: Thursday morning
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"Ah shit," Marc cursed as the herbal teabag he was dipping in the hot cup of water burst and sent tea leaves swimming in the mug. He used the teaspoon to try and fish them out, but it was useless. He scrunched his nose up in annoyance, licking a splash of tea off his finger and surveying the damage in the cup. It now looked like swamp water. "Bollocks," he added for emphasis.
He glanced over his shoulder. "Harri!" he called. "You didn't really want that herbal shit, did you?" he asked hopefully.