[For a moment Romania busies himself with fumbling pathetically with the pantry, pulling it open and taking out the aforementioned coffee. Opening the package, he frowns when he inspects its contents.]
There doesn't look like there will be enough. [For both of them, anyway. The sight alone makes him swell with pride, but that doesn't exactly solve their issue.] How about we mix some together?
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There doesn't look like there will be enough. [For both of them, anyway. The sight alone makes him swell with pride, but that doesn't exactly solve their issue.] How about we mix some together?