[ At first, Valmont thinks he's probably dreaming. It can't have been the whistle of a teakettle that he just heard. They don't even own a teakettle. But there one is, happily boiling away on the stove. He hasn't had a decent cup of tea in months. The sight is absolutely beautiful. He stops, transfixed, in the doorway to the kitchen, barely even making to shoo away his Stunky as she scurries over to wind around his leg. ]
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You made tea?