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[painalty]

[It's true. It might've been weird, but at least it would've made sense. But the fact that Bardo is only here because he wants to be, is very touching.]

Nevertheless, thank you again. Would you like to stay for tea?

[Even if Bardo said he was doing this because Sanson humored him in the past, Sanson still wants to express his gratitude in a more concrete way.]

[innkeeps]

[ his instinct is to refuse. even now, a part of him rebels against the concept of overstaying— of lingering too much in anyone's thoughts, even on a positive note.

still, he's the one that came here. he shifts on the balls of his heels, considering, before letting his ears prick forward in concession. ]

Sure. I'm always curious to know what someone else's kitchen looks like.

[ a wink, and he tips his head. can i come in? ]

[painalty]

I'm afraid it's nothing special, really.

[Sanson steps aside to allow Bardo to enter. True enough, the interior of the apartment is very simple, right down to the kitchen, although the cupboards hide a wide variety of teas and the pantry and refrigerator are well-stocked. There are probably also a few books lying around - mystery and thriller novels Sanson reads in his spare time.]

Do you have a favorite blend of tea?

[innkeeps]

[ "blends"— a new and interesting concept, still. Bardo shakes his head as he makes himself comfortable, gravitating from one pile of book to the next, flipping through pages idly with callused hands and gentle fingers.

it's evident that he likes reading. even if he can't decipher the language, he has an affinity for literature. ]

Surprise me. What do you like, anyway? [ besides his lady friend, of course. he still remembers. ] I feel like all I ever do is interrogate you though, huh.

[painalty]

[Sanson doesn't mind that Bardo is flipping through his books.]

I wouldn't call it interrogating. [More like "snooping" but this kind of snooping he can handle. As long as he doesn't delve into Sanson's love life again.] Anyway, there's a new tin of black tea with a hint of strawberry that my roommate and I picked up from the grocery store. I'll make some for the both of us. Would you like something to eat, as well?

[It's not real tea until there's something to eat with their tea.]

[innkeeps]

[ HATE TO BREAK IT TO YOU SANSON, BUT THE LOVE LIFE IS STILL ON THE TABLE FOR SNOOPING....

he raises a palm to dissuade the offer of food. this is already an imposition, after all. ]

Just the tea. Sounds good, though. [ black tea with berry...? he's never tried that combination before, how exciting. his ears and tail prick up in anticipation. ] Here I was, thinking I'd be able to surprise you with something nice, and you turn it right back on me.

[painalty]

[BARDO WHY.]

Very well. Consider it hospitality, and I'm always happy to see a friend on my doorstep.