( she says, softly, peering over his side to see as he prepares the tea. she takes a hold of the paper bag once he’s gotten the leaves and petals on a small saucer, so that she can smell the insides and get an idea of what they’re working with here.
it smells like good tea. )
Maybe it’s because I’m from an Eastern European country, and Russia had a hold of us for a while, but tea was important to have at least once a day. After meals, with dessert…
( she sets the paper bag down, and leans back against a counter, waiting for him to get the tea done. )
[ It's lucky that the blend he brought has some petals, then, though it seems that many of the options this time of year do. Fruit blends should be more common when it's warmer, he imagines, maybe closer to late Spring. ]
I think that's normal, [ he says, giving the blend a little while longer to steep properly in the hot water. ] We all seek the familiar. The good sort of familiar, especially.
[ It's a comfort in new and foreign places. And while Solvunn likely feels much like a new kind of home to her, it still is distant from her origins, the happy memories of her past.
After a little while, he takes both mugs and pours the tea onto both of them. ] Honey?
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I don't know that this exists in either our reality, but it's good. Some sort of flower they have here, I think.
[ He starts preparing some of the leaves, for when the water's started boiling. ]
I don't mind coffee, but given the choice, I prefer tea.
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( she says, softly, peering over his side to see as he prepares the tea. she takes a hold of the paper bag once he’s gotten the leaves and petals on a small saucer, so that she can smell the insides and get an idea of what they’re working with here.
it smells like good tea. )
Maybe it’s because I’m from an Eastern European country, and Russia had a hold of us for a while, but tea was important to have at least once a day. After meals, with dessert…
( she sets the paper bag down, and leans back against a counter, waiting for him to get the tea done. )
It reminds me of home.
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I think that's normal, [ he says, giving the blend a little while longer to steep properly in the hot water. ] We all seek the familiar. The good sort of familiar, especially.
[ It's a comfort in new and foreign places. And while Solvunn likely feels much like a new kind of home to her, it still is distant from her origins, the happy memories of her past.
After a little while, he takes both mugs and pours the tea onto both of them. ] Honey?