I kind of fucked around for five minutes before reluctantly asking the chef who seemed nicest (the issue was they’d given me the jug part but not the base, and I was unfamiliar with the set up because my parents used a stove-top kettle). When I eventually made one I left the bags in the mug and they all looked at me weird and I don’t think they bothered asking me again. We never really got on, but most of them were racist druggies so no harm done.