Glitch shakes his head and is about to ask what it all means, but then the teapot's whistle sounds from the kitchen. "Come on."

The what doesn't matter: something deeply upsetting, clearly. He leads the way from the sitting room through his office/home laboratory and on into the kitchen at the rear of the house. He fetches the red kettle from the stove and pours water into two waiting mugs. Chamomile with apple, a little sweet and a lot soothing.

"Can you think of anyone who'd...do this? Know about it and use it against you?"