I had enough time to get home and shower before Tina arrived.  Opening the door, I was greeted by the usually put together Tina, rumpled and looking exhausted.  Reaching out I gripped her hand and pulled her into the house.

Taking a moment I closed the door before dragging her into the lounge room and depositing her onto the couch, “You sit, what can I get you to drink?”  I offered, before realising that I didn’t have much to offer in the way of drinks.  Maybe I could run next door to Shane if necessary.

Blinking at me, she reminded me of a kitten who was tired, yet refused to give into it.  It was adorable, and I found myself smiling a her.

“Coffee would be great,”  She yawned, covering her mouth with the back of her hand.  Her last words were muffled, but given that I have for years translated similar speak from Alice – I found it easy to understand.

“Milk or sugar?” I asked, making sure I had her order right before I went in to make it.  Thankfully I had started the coffee maker before I went into shower, so it should be warmed up and more then ready to start making some decent coffee.

“Both,” she smiled as she rest back into the lounge.  Her had turned to the side as her eyes slid closed for a moment.  I seriously suspected that when I returned with the coffee that she would be sleeping.

Walking into the kitchen I opened the cupboard above the coffee machine and retrieved by favourite mug; I shamelessly loved the Simpsons.  I pulled out the Tigger mug that Shane bought me for Christmas 2 years ago.

Pooh Bear was great, Tigger was even better – Piglet should be bacon.

I placed the cups under the nozzles of the machine and watched as they filled up with the caffeinated drink.  Leaving them there a moment I went to the fridge to fetch the milk, and surprisingly the fridge is empty of such simplisties.

Damn.

I tried the pantry and looked through the very out of date dried herbs and spices in the hopes of finding sugar, but once again I was empty handed.

Smacking myself on my forehead, I groaned like a moody teenager.  Brilliant, I couldn’t even supply people with the basic necessities in my own home.  I really had to work on that a little more, become a little more conscious of the others who had a tendency of sharing my home with me, even if it was for a short time.