He hummed again, nodding as he reluctantly stepped away and made his way into the kitchen. He glanced over at Willa's playpen as he started filling their water kettle. Letting it heat up while he riffled through the cabinets, Raylan got down a couple of the closed bags and glanced between them before setting them both down and opting to decide when the water was hot.

He didn't pay much of any attention to which one it was, when he opened and spooned some into the press, but the bag was sealed and left on the counter. Suddenly, he realized he had no idea how long this was supposed to sit for before getting pressed and could be found frowning at the French press as he tried to remember.