She tips the kettle over her mug with precaution, before a thought suddenly occurs to her.
"Rest in peace boiled water."
He stops stirring his own coffee and stares, confused by the random outburst.
"What?"
"Rest in peace boiled water," she repeats with a small laugh catching the end of her sentence. A smile tugs at her cheeks as he stares and he can't help but wonder if she's either insane or adorable.
"What?" He stops his staring and quickly shifts into a full-on what-the-fuck look when she keeps laughing.
She gently places down the kettle and giggles, "It will be mist."
He groans, throwing his head back dramatically. "Really? Really?"
When her giggles finally subside she offers him a big, smug grin, "I'm a genius, admit it."
Triumphant and satisfied by the mocking incredulous look he sends her, she picks up her cup and takes a drink from the scalding caffeine.
The numbness it brings on her tongue is familiar and comforting and when he leans on his chair to share a soft warm smile with her, she can't help but think that the water wasn't the only one resting in peace.
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This gave me a toothache, woops.
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Random"can you paint with all the colours of the wind," a bunch of scenes accompanied with plots I am yet to figure out © s.addy, 2014-2015