did I do this right
Rachel was in the kitchen, making tea. It may have seemed like an absurd time for tea to someone else, what with it being just past 1 am, but she knew a certain someone would come waltzing in soon, tired from his night on the town, and would want nothing more than a cup of overly sweet tea with everything in it.
What could she do? That was Mr. Hyde for you.
And then there was Dr. Jekyll. She’d never seen anyone drink as much coffee as he did–though she often wondered if it was for the energy boost or because he actually liked the stuff.
Either way, she supposed she should be pleased that both of them drank something other than booze. That in itself was a blessing.
She heard the back door slam, and pulled the kettle from the fire. “How many cubes of sugar tonight?” she called down the hall.
Hyde slunk into view and grinned like a maniac. “Just leave the box.”



