"It's been brewed at 176 degrees. Drink up." Brewster stated as he nodded his head.
"Yo, Brewster, my man, I've been meaning to ask," Leopold the lion stated as he took his cup of coffee and sipped it. "How come you always have it brewed at 178? Why not 180?"
"That's too hot." Brewster muttered back as he glanced up at Leopold.
Leopold rubbed the back of his head with his right paw. "Err, right. What about 170 degrees?"
"That's too low." Brewster muttered again as he shook his head. "It has to be at 176. No more, no less."
"...Suit yourself." Leopold commented as he continued sipping his tea, with Brewster waiting for the next customer to show up.