[ Oh god, she's a friendly get to know you type, Royce thinks grouchily. He pulls a bit of a face, but he doesn't say anything, settling on his counter. Alfie can cuff him all he wants, Royce isn't moving. ]
You can wish for whatever tea you want, here. [ Royce tells her. ]
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You can wish for whatever tea you want, here. [ Royce tells her. ]