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Bitter coffee was something Naomi tried to avoid. When she did make coffee — or more likely ordered it — she would make it as sweet as possible. Unfortunately she was not drinking for leisure, but utility. Her fingers drummed the porcelain, and she raised the cup to smell its —

Naomi set a hand in the path of the sliding mug, and gently took its handle and pulled it the rest of the way to rest in front of her. She cupped the drink between her hands, keeping it in the counter a few moments, before taking a few steps back to lean her shoulder blades —

There was enough dough for exactly a dozen cookies, almost as if Naomi had made that exact recipe numerous times. With the dough on the tray, she fetched a fork and pressed the cookies down. Sophie’s question had her glance to the timer on the oven — thirty seconds before it —

“That’s not a bad idea.” It would certainly be enough caffeine to make a difference. With her movement limited by Sophie’s embrace, she leaned to the side at the hips, reached out, and dragged a baking sheet over to the mixing bowl. She then began to spoon, roll, and place even —

For a minute or two Naomi stood before the ingredients and mixing bowl, hands braced against the edge of the counter. She hind to find not only the will to stay awake, but the drive to do anything but curl up on the floor. Sophie’s voice spurred her into motion, and she began —