Some people like those in their tea, too. [ He’s not one of them, but some of his friends are. ] But I’ve heard coffee can be an acquired taste, so I suppose we shall soon see?

[ That just makes him all the more curious, honestly.

He turns to lead the way towards the gazebo he’d mentioned - an action that means he unfortunately misses the way Sizhui flushes slightly - but he’s relieved to find the enclosure empty and this corner of the gardens quiet for the moment. The pond beside it is quiet, water spilling softly over rocks and a dozen brightly colored koi swimming in its shallow depths.

Sinking down on one of the cushioned benches within the gazebo, he pats the seat beside his in invitation. ]

So is chamomile one of your favorites?