[Giles comes ambling in with his nose in a book, glasses perched on his nose, barely paying attention. He makes a B line for the stove and jerks to a surprised halt when he sees it already occupied.]
Oh, er-- excuse me. [He removes his face from the book, blinking and placing the face in front of him.] Mr. Aragaki, [he acknowledges, a little formally.] Have you seen the teapot? I could've sworn I'd left it there.
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Oh, er-- excuse me. [He removes his face from the book, blinking and placing the face in front of him.] Mr. Aragaki, [he acknowledges, a little formally.] Have you seen the teapot? I could've sworn I'd left it there.