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[ Eames more or less parries Pancake around like a fur-covered soccer ball, a few steps of fancy footwork reversing the herding so he doesn't trip over him entirely on his way to the kitchen. He's never been much of a cat nor dog nor bird person, but that Yusuf kept having mice issues and if Eames kept finding adorable baby kittens in boxes in shade quickly fading away while perusing the streets of Mombasa, well, he'd tell anyone he's just an opportunist but he thinks Yusuf knows otherwise (probably better.) ]
A cuppa it is, then.
[ Usually he would snipe that Yusuf could very well make his own tea, too picky for his own good no matter Eames' efforts (though they're more lazy ones than anything else). Still, he does figure the least he could do is prepare the man's tea in, well, preparation for everything else. He sets about steeping leaves, placing the mesh on top of two mugs and adding hot water as needed, letting it soak for now. ]
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