[Phoebe lifts a kettle from the camp fire, pouring some of the water into a mug she'd brought with her. Tea leaves swirled in the water, color steeping out and tinting the clear liquid.
She set the kettle on a nearby rock]
There's plenty of hot water left if anyone else would like some tea.
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She set the kettle on a nearby rock]
There's plenty of hot water left if anyone else would like some tea.