Yes

As the tour continued, Peggy felt a cool breeze hit her in an unexpected spot, reminding her that there was parts of her body that were not used to having contact with the open air. The redhead besides her seemed immune to the wind. But then she seemed thus far immune to everything.

Meanwhile, the crowd of people around her kept looking at her. They seemed to be drinking in every bit of her and it was all Peggy could do to ignore it. The women were bad enough but the men at the edge of the park -- oh god, the men...

"Stiff upper lip!" she kept telling herself. And yet it was not her lips they were looking at, Peggy thought. At least not the lips on her mouth.

Eventually they came to an area just beyond the tents where a small outdoor kitchen appeared to have been set up. Most of the kitchen consisted of naked women tending stew pots set over open fires. One brave soul clad only in an apron was cooking fish on an outdoor grill. Just a few feet away were a few wooden benches that had been apparently appropriated by the cult for their own use.

The redhead said, "Normally we start our new members out in the garden but lately we've been needing help in the kitchen as well. As you might guess, we have a lot of hungry people to feed and we can always use an extra hand."

"You mean you expect me to cook?" asked Peggy, trying to resist the temptation to rephrase the question in a less polite manner.

"No, not right away, silly. Not till we get to know you better. But you could help us another way."

"Which way is that?" asked Peggy.

"Come over here and I'll show you."

The redhead walked over to a nearby bench that had a strange metal object on it. An object that looked like a bit like a meat grinder.

No, not a meat grinder, but rather--

"Our master so loves his java and he likes it to be fresh as possible. Plus he's not the only java drinker in the group so it's almost impossible to keep up with demand some times..."

"Wait!" said Peggy. "Are you going to say what I think you're going to say?"

"I don't know, silly. Why would I know that? Anyway, the master likes his beans ground really fine and -- Why are you looking like that? You have made coffee before, haven't you?"

Peggy just whimpered.