Elder Kettle
The Kettle Who Pours Wisdom, Not Tea
Wisdom's poured, not steeped — and I've got a lid on it.
I've spent more years on this hearth than I care to count, watching over two cups who think they've got the world figured out. I garden. I scold. I worry. A lot. And when the Devil's name slips off their tongues? I try not to shake apart at the seams. I may be ceramic, but I've got cracks — and a heart bigger than most.
What I'm Into: garden figs, the Devil’s deals, straight and narrow paths, Cuphead’s excuses, Mugman’s latest idea
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