[ Adam looks like he hasn't slept in days and there's a vine leaf sticking out of his shirt pocket like he doesn't even need roots to grow them anymore. But still, he gives her a small smile as he ducks inside and glances quickly around the apartment.
When she asks him that question he blinks. ]
I don't know.
[ Kitty, he's an American boy of eighteen. Of course he doesn't know how tea is made. ]
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When she asks him that question he blinks. ]
I don't know.
[ Kitty, he's an American boy of eighteen. Of course he doesn't know how tea is made. ]