"Not that he’s crazy," Janice said, transferring some exact number of grams of coffee to the beige paper filter in the ceramic funnel, which she’d already wetted down to get the chemical taste out, "but that he’s tedious with it. I know he’s got reason, but I’m tired of it." She checked the temperature of the water in the kettle, then poured a little on the coffee, to let it sit awhile. "But you don’t look very happy, and I don’t think that’s much to do with Conner."