Another cup.

He stared into the jar of roasted coffee beans and made a mental note about needing to roast some more tomorrow or the day after. Better to do so before what he had left would run out.
Carefully he dropped a few of the roasted beans into the cylinder grinder and shut it, raising it over a small bowl and turning the crank to grind it all into a fine powder. He looked out the window and into the yard, wondering what he could possibly have for dinner when the day of the feast came around in a few days. While he enjoyed cooking he didn't know how to make any kind of celebratory meals and he had already declined the offer his brother made of bringing him part of the roast. It was still hard to believe he would be spending the Yule celebration alone.
However, it was for the better. He knew the reason his brother didn't want him there and it was understandable if a little shocking. He would simply have to find some way to occupy himself when the day came, it couldn't be that hard.
The grinder was placed back on the table and the fine powder dumped into the coffee pot. He could maybe go to the market and find something but getting any fresh cut of meat now would be expensive. The idea of sacrificing one of his chickens came to mind but dismissed.
It did not take long for the coffee to brew and when he had gotten himself a cup the man stepped outside to sit down on the bench, staring off up the road and shaking off the nipping cold with a simple sip of the hot brew.