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" Nothing!” I said quickly. “I just didn’t think that, uh . . .” “I was human?” “Er, that’s not quite what I . . .” “I like kittens, okay? And throw pillows.” “Is that a teapot?” I asked, stunned. The one I was staring at was porcelain, and it had delicate paintings of flowers on it. “I’m half British,” Erica said curtly. “Liking tea is genetic. Also, the pot is very good for brewing antidotes for poison. In case I’ve ingested too much.” “Too much? Don’t you mean ‘any’?” “No,” Erica said, like I was an idiot. "
― Stuart Gibbs , Spy School Goes South (Spy School, #6)