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Why is the coffeepot always empty?

[Because God doesn't want anyone to be fully prepared for a full day's work, Claudia. God finds it way more amusing to watch human beings squirm.

But, you know. Here. Hand him the pot. He's headed toward the sink anyway.]

[Well. God sucks. Damnit. But she handed over the pot anyway, emptying the filter herself, another cause for contention. Honestly.]

Thank you, Cadogan.

[His shrug is light as he rinses the pot briefly, fills it for a full new brew and leans to hand it back to her. He's going to need a moment at the sink to wash out his flask, after all, with only the briefest pause to tug out his phone.]

Very low budget superhero work to fill a pot of water.

[She'd reached up for a box of filters and fresh grounds while he rinsed and filled the pot.]

Yes, but you bothered, which earns you the cape and mask.

[Have a very small smile, Sir Ten.]

[He doesn't quite have one in reply, but there's certainly a calm snort as he fills the flask with water. Only needs one hand--so the other can ask.]

Have I avoided tights and spandex, at least?

Oh, definitely. [An eyebrow delicately arched.] You don't quite have the legs for either.

[Shot through the heart. He leaves the flask full of water for the moment, which means he's free to press his free hand briefly to said broken internal (metaphorical) organ.]

I'll work on that. Pass a cup?

[Because cups are near her, and the vinegar he wants to grab is in the opposite direction.]

[Yes, all the Diamonds gave love a bad name. This wasn't news. Claudia turned and reached for two coffee mugs, handing one over and keeping the other, waiting for the coffee to finish.]

No pressure, you know.

[And a salute to her before he takes the cup, half fills it with water to drop white vinegar in and get to proper cleaning. Because Lord knows he'd hate to lose his superhero status over this.]

[Thankfully it didn't take long for the coffee to drip; Claudia was pouring before it fully stopped, a few drops sizzling on the hot plate. But it was small compared to the warmth and influx of caffeine, truly. Such simple pleasures.]

[Which probably means she's heading out. So a bright little wave for her as he keeps working at his flask.

May her day be more blessed with caffeine and less full of disappointments in human nature.]

Because it is Murphy's law.

Murphy can take his "law" and shove it right up his ass.

[The lack of coffee was a Bad Thing.]

I totally agree, but no matter how much everyone hates this law of his--it still is as prevalent as ever.

I can buy you a coffee, there is a cafe right around the corner here.

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