[ Auggie grins and goes back to the boxes. He has a feeling you're pretty... neurotic for lack of a better word, Josh, but he's alright with that. So he just lets Josh ramble and go for the cups while he finally finds the chamomile and pulls out the box. He holds it up in success and moves towards where he knows the dining table it, the walking stick moving across the floor loosely as he approaches. ]
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Got the tea. You got the cups yet?