(She glances back down at the counter top, at the empty mugs: Beverly had caught her hands before she could get anything going for either of them, after all.)
I'm fine without it, (she admits. Probably best that she doesn't partake in caffeine now that she's full of a restless, nervous energy!
She'll take it upon herself to go over and sit upon the couch instead, waving her hand toward the door to gather her fallen things together and prop them up against the wall instead of leaving them scattered across the threshold.)
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I'm fine without it, (she admits. Probably best that she doesn't partake in caffeine now that she's full of a restless, nervous energy!
She'll take it upon herself to go over and sit upon the couch instead, waving her hand toward the door to gather her fallen things together and prop them up against the wall instead of leaving them scattered across the threshold.)