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"You know, I have never been the kind of person who is great at giving advices," Baton said as he poured himself another cup of tea from the kettle. He then turned to Edward who was still sitting on the couch and asked, "do you care for more tea? It seems like yours has finished."

"I don't think I want more," Edward said with a small smile as he held his grumbling stomach. He had forced himself to drink the tea that his uncle had given him and taking another one would just mean suicide for him.

"Nonsense," Baton said with a dismissive wave of hand. "I will get you another but you will have to pardon my using another cup. Your cup is far away and these bones don't work as they used to."

Edward fake laughed at his uncle's joke, watching painfully as he picked another cup and poured him another tea. The black liquid that his uncle called tea poured out of the kettle and into the cup while hot steam rose from it.

"Honestly though, uncle, you don't have to do any of that," Edward sai