Fae looked up from her work when Marcus spoke. He asked Ebony to look at the coffee machine. Fae cradled her mug protectively, like shielding it would somehow keep the coffee machine safe. She took a sip and set the cup down again. This was ridiculous. Even if that coffee machine was the best thing the office got in a long while, there was no reason to be so protective over it. Besides she could always bug Marcus to get a new machine to replace this one. Fae glanced at the coffee maker again. She definitely did not want to be served coffee by a possessed metal box, no matter how perfect it made the drink of gods.

She turned her attention back to her reports, keeping her ears open to every action Ebony made.