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Making coffee is not rocket science.

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[Jude can't help the light grin that comes to his face. He uses the heels of his hands to set the brakes on his chair, then extends his fists out to take the mug of coffee from Tony. Before accepting the coffee, Jude tests the temperature of the mug with his wrist for a moment. Then, he takes it between the heels of both fists and lifts it to take a sip.]

Thanks. It's not half bad, actually.

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You're damn right it's not half bad. [Seemingly heedless of the engine grease on his hands, he pushes his hair out of his face. After pouring himself a cup of coffee as well, not bothering with milk or sugar, he plunks down into a chair nearby and lets out a satisfied sigh.]

I have a confession to make. I didn't make this coffee. [He nods to the shadowy corner of the lab, smirking a little when the tell-tale whirr of Dummy moving made itself known.] I've programmed Dummy to work the machine. He'll come say hi eventually, he's just shy. Give him a little time.

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[The expression this bit of information earns Tony is a rather odd bit of confusion. Jude glances in the direction of the nod and tries to squint through the darkness on that side of the lab to see what is being referred to. Only the noise provides an indication something is there. With narrowed eyes, Jude looks back to Tony and smiles again. He takes another sip of the coffee and comments a little louder.] Good coffee, Dummy. Thank you.

[It's perfectly hot, and it warms the back of Jude's throat with every swallow. The difference between the heated liquid and his chilled body makes him jerk a little at first, but slowly he begins to feel himself warming. A few more swallows, and he stows the mug between his knees carefully.]

So, how's it coming?