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Meanwhile, a dark, stormy cloud emerged from the kitchen, which, upon closer inspection, turned out to be Beata, holding two liter mugs of incredibly strong, thick coffee, a bowl of cookies, and a notebook with an essay. Without saying a word, she plopped down on the sofa next to Guyon, handed him one of the mugs, and placed the treats in front of him on the coffee table. After that, she took a large gulp from her mug and began to furiously write the essay.
- Ah...
- Not a word, Guyon.
- ...
Guyon shrugged and cautiously took a sip of his coffee. Beata was clearly in a bad mood - one sip of this infernal brew would be enough to keep him awake for a week. Sighing, he decided to follow his wife's example and also started working on the essay.