❝Something's good that we all should have in the morning. It starts with a “T”.❞

❝Yes! Tea! Exactly!❞

❝That—.. Oof, that is a sneaky one.❞

❝No no no. I like it. It's just.. I was expecting people to say tea. Because it's supposed to be tea.❞

Places a hand on his own chest. He. Is. Touched.

❝I'm a million years old and I do both. I do.❞

❝Thank you.❞ Happily takes the cup and glances around, showing it up. ❝See? This is called sharing. You all should do this often.❞

❝Oh you. You're making me blush.❞

❝Special talent, I'm enjoying this little chat.❞

❝This why I'm making you my favorite.❞ He slowly slurps his tea with a satisfied smile. ❝Me like.❞

❝Well you should probably do The Sex with your special someone. Shoo now! Off you go.❞ He waved his hand dismissively. She's safe.

He's in a good mood. Let it be. ❝Oh. My deepest and sincerest apologies.❞

❝How would you like to be my personal tea maker? I can pay you in units in return.❞ Dead serious face.

He doesn't mind. He loves a talker because he's a talker himself. ❝Yes and yes. I can't keep you legally cuzoftherulesinthisplanet but tea maker would be nice.❞

❝I haven't caught your name by the way. Or should I keep calling you tea maker?❞

Can help her with something? Amusing life and death matches? ❝Ya know. Lovers die, yes. But Love never does. He may have been gone but he's still in there. Inside that organ that pumps your blood. What's it called again? I forgot.❞

❝Lyra! Like that musical instrumemt. That is adorable.❞

❝I wish I could play the harp.❞ He mumbled. A thought out of nowhere. He's a little random. Yes.

❝Oh! That makes sense.❞ Who could blame him? He discovered romance novels. And.. Perhaps too much.