[Although what I will tell you may not be so reassuring, he thought, while shuffling to the kitchen. The living room – that was to say, the space Lupin now occupied – had few things in the way of way of possessions aside from the couch: there were some potted plants (most likely an attempt to bring some of the liveliness of spring indoors,) a couple of books in Japanese laying on a table, and a small rabbit-eared radio. More of a house than a home, especially in the absence of their mutual friend.]
Jigen’s room is upstairs. [He called out, his attention on the stove where he was heating a kettle of water. Of course, he could trust himself to prepare tea mindfully and to his tastes, avoiding bitterness that resulted in the use of boiling water or by steeping the leaves too long. A shame to ruin a delicate flavour.]
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Jigen’s room is upstairs. [He called out, his attention on the stove where he was heating a kettle of water. Of course, he could trust himself to prepare tea mindfully and to his tastes, avoiding bitterness that resulted in the use of boiling water or by steeping the leaves too long. A shame to ruin a delicate flavour.]