"Ah...do you have a preference? We have quite a few varieties, after all," Hakkai said. Of course, by 'quite a few' he meant 'an exhaustive amount'. However, if she didn't have a preference, he could always just bring her the house tea but...well, it was always best to ask.
"Green tea, please." She almost asked if they knew how to prepare it correctly, but let it go. Perhaps it would be better if they didn't; too much nostalgia wasn't good for her. She'd had more than enough time to accept how things were; brooding wouldn't help anything.
"How would you like it prepared?" Green tea was something of the house specialty, after all. Preparation ranged from the simple teabag to boiled leaves steeped in a pot, all the way up to several varieties of elaborate and traditional ceremonies.
Sakura looked up from the novel she had in front of her, smiling as she recognized Hakkai. "A dose of sanity and therapy for approximately three hundred refugees. Is that on the menu?"
She sighed, feeling as tired as she was anymore. It was a bad joke, considering everything. "Lacking that, chamomile would be wonderful right now."
Hakkai laughed politely at Sakura's first request. "Ah, well, tea is excellent for relaxation. Convincing approximately three hundred wildly different people to drink it, however, might be a bit tricky."
"Chamomile for one is easy enough, however. Company is also part of the service we provide here, if you're interested." And he certainly wouldn't mind spending fifteen or thirty minutes with a sensible conversation partner, should she prove amenable.
Sakura tugged at the ribbon around her wrist, laying it down in the crease of her novel. Closing the book entirely was a prelude to an answer.
"I wouldn't object to company." Unwinding over tea with someone who didn't mind conversation, and wasn't inclined to complaints or the kind of dramatics she wasn't sure how to handle out of friends around her age was a welcome change. Not that she didn't care for any of those friends any less.
It would be nice to pretend for a while that the concerns that plagued them all (and further back, tied in to the Holosseum, further than that, to the talks with the Captains, all the way back home, to a war no one talked about) were secondary to a moment spent enjoying an herbal blend and conversation.
One Sakura indulged often. The other she took part in when she could.
"Wonderful." Hakkai's smile was sincere, as was his polite bow. It would be very pleasant to get off his feet for a little while, and even more to do so in agreeable company. "I'll return in a few minutes, then." Straightening, he turned to make his way back to the kitchen to procure the requested tea.
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[the absent drawl is directed at a mess of tabloids and pictures, spread out across the table]
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An' some toast.
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Certainly. Would you like cream and sugar with your coffee?
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[and as he's looking up to deliver the one-eyed deadpan]
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Water...
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[There's something about this girl...possibly her apparent confusion...]
...Have you never tried tea before, Miss?
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I know what it is, but...
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Tea, of course.
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She sighed, feeling as tired as she was anymore. It was a bad joke, considering everything. "Lacking that, chamomile would be wonderful right now."
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"Chamomile for one is easy enough, however. Company is also part of the service we provide here, if you're interested." And he certainly wouldn't mind spending fifteen or thirty minutes with a sensible conversation partner, should she prove amenable.
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"I wouldn't object to company." Unwinding over tea with someone who didn't mind conversation, and wasn't inclined to complaints or the kind of dramatics she wasn't sure how to handle out of friends around her age was a welcome change. Not that she didn't care for any of those friends any less.
It would be nice to pretend for a while that the concerns that plagued them all (and further back, tied in to the Holosseum, further than that, to the talks with the Captains, all the way back home, to a war no one talked about) were secondary to a moment spent enjoying an herbal blend and conversation.
One Sakura indulged often. The other she took part in when she could.
"In fact, I think I'd really enjoy that."
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