She frowned thoughtfully, grabbing a rag off the counter as the kettle started to whistle. "I'm not sure if that's how it works or not," she admitted. "Fern says it's related to his moods, possibly the people around him?" She picked up the kettle, carefully pouring the boiling water into each mug. "I suppose you'd have to ask him but...it's possible."

Sometimes, it felt like anything was possible in Trench.

Which was exciting. And also a little terrifying. But mostly exciting.

Ariadne liked possibilities.

"I'm sorry, I don't have any cream or sugar," she continued. "But hopefully, this will have enough flavor." She blew out the stove, then picked up both mugs, carrying them over to the table. Raleigh got the purple one. She kept the blue for herself, folding her legs beneath her as she sat down on the other side.