<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-style: italic">“Rimion, wake up.” Max yelled, “Come make me some coffee.”</span> Rimion soon heard as he was spiking up his hair from his forehead to the back of the neck. "I haven't even made breakfast, and he's already awake." Rimion shook his head, his Master's yelling ringing in his ear. He got up earlier than Arin ever could. Rimion could have made breakfast and lunch for the man while he was knocked out with a hangover. On the other hand, Rimion did not even make it to the kitchen, let alone the market to get groceries to buy food before Max had woken up.  Well, he was a slave all the same at the moment. As he left his room, quickly noticing that Max had been looking at some weird looking contraption. Perhaps it was used to make coffee... If Rimion even wanted to wonder how that was possible.</div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">He went back into his room, taking some tied bags out of his satchel. He was not about to make a caveman out of him with that coffee maker. "I'm not gonna sit here and act like I know how to work that damn thing." He said blatantly, heading for the pots and pans cabinet. He reached for one of the largest pots in the cabinet, filling it up with water and dropping two tied bags inside. He then turned on the burner. "You're in a treat today. I'm gonna make you some "Good" coffee." He said, turning around and giving Max a smile.</div>