“They do, but you need to take them.” Miles shrugged. “You do not want the bacteria to get an advantage and infect you.” He glanced at the kettle, then back at Dimitri. “Tea? I have Earl Grey, Rooibos, Peppermint, Chamomile, and regular white English tea.” He looked at the containers he had near the kettle, frowning as he looked around for the ones he had imported from India just last week.
