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“My master, Jasper Blake, asked that I bring you these coffee beans and mention that his warehouse is open for business.”
He handed me the sack.
“We expect a ship soon out of Liverpool carrying the finest teas and beans. Your business will be appreciated.”
“I know the name of your master well,” I replied. “You may convey my thanks to him. I am pleased that he has come through the plague days. Tell him I look forward to examining his goods.”
The boy grinned as I slipped him a coin.
As I returned to the table, Nathaniel stood up and imitated me, pretending to smooth a skirt and fix his hair. “You may convey my thanks,” he teased.
“Stop,” I laughed. “If I’m going to help run this place I had better act the part.” I covered my mouth and giggled. It did feel a bit like play-acting.
“Better get used to that,” said Joseph. “When word gets out that the Cook Coffeehouse is open for business again, you won’t be able to keep tradesmen or customers away!