Slowly carrying the full cups into the living room, she handed one to Alex.
Finally he took down a couple of cups and poured them some coffee.
Cynthia agreed and as if in penance, gathered up plates and coffee cups while Westlake assembled his equipment.
They entered a dark dining hall, where a pot of tea and two tea cups sat waiting for them next to a carafe of amber alcohol at the table nearest the entrance.
Five cups of coffee later and a full Irish breakfast --without the blood pudding --settling in her stomach, she still couldn't shake the throb.
Two cups of coffee sat on the counter.
I don't know anything about the case, but I know it would take a room full of CPA's to figure out how many cups of coffee you guys owe each other.
She led the detective through a kitchen cluttered with coffee cups, soiled plates and two half-eaten cakes.
Dean smiled in spite of himself as Fred swept the kitchen table clear of cups and cat, dropping a bulky folder and spilling its paper contents.
"I told Josh he shouldn't have called you," she said as she poured two cups of coffee.
Pouring two cups of coffee, she headed for the living room.
He found two cups and pored them some coffee.
Xander grunted and poured the first of many cups of coffee.
She poured three cups and stood back, meeting Xander's gaze.
Deep into the night he would continue his studies, stimulating his senses by occasional cups of wine, and even in his dreams problems would pursue him and work out their solution.
The catkins appear soon after the young leaves, usually in England towards the end of May; the acorns, oblong in form, are in shallow cups with short, scarcely projecting scales; the fruit is shed the first autumn, often before the foliage changes.
Robur, and are dark-brown when ripe; the hemispherical cups are covered with long, narrow, almost bristly scales, giving them a mossy aspect; the fruit ripens the first autumn.
Every morning after breakfast I prepared his bath, made his cage clean and sweet, filled his cups with fresh seed and water from the well-house, and hung a spray of chickweed in his swing.
TO MRS. WILLIAM THAW 12 Newbury Street, Boston, December 19th, 1898. ...I realize now what a selfish, greedy girl I was to ask that my cup of happiness should be filled to overflowing, without stopping to think how many other people's cups were quite empty.
They are not like cups between the hills; for this one, which is so unusually deep for its area, appears in a vertical section through its centre not deeper than a shallow plate.