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"we brought you something." she dug through her pack, removing a few tools and blankets. she pulled out a small jar, with greenish brown beans inside of it. "from the old world." she looked at the father, smiled, and then handed the jar to the son. "what are they?" the son had never seen them before. "they look like beans but not like any--" "coffee." the father interjected and smiled. he looked to the mother and let out a laugh. "we used to drink it all the time, before." "i don't know how to make it." the son was still eyeing the beans inside the jar. "that's okay" the mother said. "we will teach you." |