The woman waited patiently for Medea to return. Medea's raven studied her reflection in a shiny brass contraption.
"A coffee maker?" the woman asked.
The bird bobbed his head. "I make the coffee around here," he said. "I don't drink it."
"What about tea?" she asked.
"What about it? I can make that too."
"But do you drink it?"
"We ravens like our water cold and pure," he said, "not heated with leaves and herbs. Although, if you have a bit of brandy...."