Stella reached over to turn off the gas and allowed the kettle to sit as they quickly dried off the remaining pots and pans. “You’re very sweet for helping me, Anton, I really appreciate it,” she said as she bent to put away the last pan. The water was perfect now and she poured it over the bags in the ceramic mugs and handed him the pot of honey. “Here you go, help yourself.”<br/><br/>They sat on her window seat sipping the steaming beverage. “It was this window seat that sold me on the apartment” she said. It’s my favorite spot here. Tesla’s too. Well,” she shrugged “for him it’s the kitchen I think.” That thought made her laugh. Actually, it is past his dinner time and I wonder if he’s managed to get into your fridge yet. We should check after our tea! By the way, how do you like it?”