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[furgood]

Meulin Leijon
7752 Sweet Tea Alley
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[furgood]

I didn't realize a beverage could be quite so universal. I like it. It feels...restorative. Some teas are light.

[She fiddles with the cup, tapping her nails on it and then smiling up at him. ]

Did you wish for it or did it come stocked for you? I had a few things come with my place.

[devoutish]

The makings for tea came with the place, yeah. Other things we've had to wish for. I got wine for Royce; I wished for that.

[furgood]

How sweet of you. I haven't wished for anything quite yet but I have a few ideas. A few things I might like. I'm still working out what I can find here, it's so diverse for such a small place.

[devoutish]

I wasn't expecting all the stuff on the trees, myself. That sort of thing's unnatural, where I come from - fruits and vegetables aside, of course.

[furgood]

No--neither was I. It seems like something the Capitol might do for a party, but not...real? Something they might make up, the idea of things dangling on trees to pick. Very silly and amusing but they wouldn't make real trees like that.

Probably.

[devoutish]

Could they, if they had a mind to?

[furgood]

Um, maybe? The chocolate one perhaps. The rest, probably not. The easiest would be the multiple fruits on one tree. That would be hardly any effort for them

[devoutish]

Hybrids, or something. Mm.

[He finishes off the last of his tea, setting his cup aside.]

All the magic is still strange to me, even now.

[furgood]

I've seen a lot of things that seem like magic. Here most of all. Some of it still doesn't feel real. It's so..odd the things people can do. Even in the Capitol they were bound by some laws of nature, if not many. Cans on a tree is something you just can't make without magic.

[devoutish]

Yeah. Some of it's technology that it's available in my time, but we're never gonna use machines and such to develop trees like this. The technology's easier to wrap my head around.

[furgood]

I agree--it's easier to know that they are making things from bits and pieces of other things than to just have it...appear. And just be. Made out of nothing but ones will.

But it's kind of fantastic in that way. [ She leans forward a little, waving one hand] There's so much potential there. Here. If Zephyr can just make whatever you wish for, the sky is the limit. Well--purrobably not. I imagine there is a limit to their power. Taking requests on bringing people for instance. But they haven't seemed to have said no to the most ridiculous ideas.

[devoutish]

From what I understand, the bringing people is random, yeah. They can't see who we are before they grab us; something like that.

[He sounds just a little wistful, but is keeping most of that in check.]

[furgood]

At least you managed to come in with Royce. I know it's hard to be separated from people you care about.

[devoutish]

I don't know what I'd do without him here.

[He says, very honestly.]

[furgood]

[Soft smile ]

I'm happy for you two.

[devoutish]

Well, we're not together, of course. Yeah.

[furgood]

[Well that crosses romantically entangled off the list. For now. Though in denial is still a possibility--but she's probably reading too much into it. Stop that. ]

Sorry, you two remind me of my best friends--they weren't a couple until they sort of were. They were close like you two and... [She shrugs with a little flush] I thought he was upset I was intruding to be honest.

[devoutish]

You're a stranger. He's like that around strangers, sometimes.

[furgood]

No--I completely understand. I just thought that when I figured--I'm putting my foot in my mouth aren't I? [She takes a big gulp of tea, finishing it off, and sets it to the side]

[devoutish]

[He's trying really hard not to grin, though he doesn't mean it in a mocking or condescending way.]

You're not, no. Really, don't worry about it.

[furgood]

[Now she wishes she hadn't finished off her tea quite so fast, because it had been nice to have something to hide her faux pas behind. She twists a curl around her finger. Her cheeks must be burning. ]

I'm just usually good at this. That. Telling. [God. She pulls her hand free of her hair and flings them both out in a stop motion] Alright, conversation reset. I'm really happy for you that you have a platonic friend here with you. People aren't always lucky enough for that. There, a purrfectly acceptable response, I feel.

[devoutish]

[Platonic friend makes him chuckle, though again, it's not done meanly.]

I won't bore you with singing Royce's praises, though I could.

[Platonic or not, he really loves that man.

He raises his teacup like it's a wine glass.]

To old friends, eh? And to new ones, of course.

[Just a teeny tiny bit of maybe-flirting there.]

[furgood]

[She beams a brilliant smile and raises her empty cup]

To old friends and new!

WHOOPS I forgot he mentioned that earlier in the thead

[devoutish]

Ah, you're out - here.

[He stands, grabbing his cane to lean on as he walks back into the kitchen to get the teapot.]

Would you like something to eat? Biscuits? We've got that Chinese food too, as well; the noodles. It's marvelous.

you're fine!

[furgood]

Oh--I could get it!

[She swivels in her seat, half to just follow his speech and half in an effort to rise, to help]

I--really you don't have to go to such effort, you know? [It's not admonishing, more like laughter in her voice at his effort. His hospitality is sweet]