There's a pot of tea on Yuna's table, and a few cups; it would be very rude not have other cups available, if someone came over.
There's also a sphere; it looks something like a paperweight, a billiard-sized crystal ball of clear blue water, but faintly luminous.
Right now, if we can apply the word in Milliways, Yuna is praying, her lips moving
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