"So right," he said, slamming the dripping bottle on Tifa's counter. On Tifa's clean counter. She sighed and reached for the rag again. Corel Gold did horrible things to the wood; it left behind scummy puddles and left the scent of engine oil soaked into the counter, but Cid liked it for whatever reason, so she tried to keep a few bottles in the back for him whenever he stopped by.
"Right," Cid repeated, his gaze going in and out of focus. "Jasmine. You know what they make jasmine tea from? Flowers. Who the hell wants to drink up a bunch of flowers? Might as well pull up weeds from your yard and, and soak 'em in hot water. Tastes the same."
She shook her head. "Move your elbow. You're resting it in a puddle."
He grunted and slid the offending limb out of the way. "And it smells all -- all fruity and shit. You know? Like some rich lady's living room."
"There's nothing wrong with flowers," Tifa said.
"Nah, nah. I mean, they're okay. But I don't want to eat 'em."
"They'd be better for you than this." She dropped the empty bottles into the sink. She'd wash them in the morning. "Corel Gold is sewage in a bottle."
"Right," Cid repeated, his gaze going in and out of focus. "Jasmine. You know what they make jasmine tea from? Flowers. Who the hell wants to drink up a bunch of flowers? Might as well pull up weeds from your yard and, and soak 'em in hot water. Tastes the same."
She shook her head. "Move your elbow. You're resting it in a puddle."
He grunted and slid the offending limb out of the way. "And it smells all -- all fruity and shit. You know? Like some rich lady's living room."
"There's nothing wrong with flowers," Tifa said.
"Nah, nah. I mean, they're okay. But I don't want to eat 'em."
"They'd be better for you than this." She dropped the empty bottles into the sink. She'd wash them in the morning. "Corel Gold is sewage in a bottle."
"Beer snob."
"Tea snob," she countered. They both smiled.
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