Heavy sigh follows nimble fingers, slipping over to grasp pot and filter from the warbling boy. This is becoming tedious, she notes, an idle hum of minor annoyance lingering in the back of her throat. At the very least, he isn’t screwing everything up… Yet.

                   ❝You keep adding too much water.
                    It lessens the strength of the brew.
                   Counting to three helps for each pour. ❞

     Fundamentally, she believes in succeeding and trying again until the deed is second-nature without a helping hand, but this had been getting a touch ridiculous.