The youngster looks at him, puzzled. "Ease up on what?" He then glances at the cup on the table before him. "Oh, you mean the tea. I think that my nerves were tightly wound even without it: I would rather not go to sleep tonight and so I have been trying to keep my eyes from closing."
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Date: 2011-06-16 06:06 am (UTC)