Mildred Hampri washed the coffee cup like an ordinary old person, nodding along as she said, "Becoming a controller deepens the curse. Just like I now prefer to hunt using webs and have developed an appetite for insects, you despise those who harm spiders as much as you despise those who harm plants."
Pouring the powder ground from coffee beans and unknown fruits, Mildred Hampri returned to the fireplace sofa, waiting for the kettle to boil. The scalding hot water was poured into the coffee cup, a mist of mixed aromas from coffee beans and herbs rising up.
Cupping the coffee and curling up on the sofa, for an elderly person who has been through the abyss of despair and is on the brink of death, nothing is more delightful than peacefully drinking a cup of coffee by a warm fireplace with friends.
