“madagascar vanilla creme.” proud———matters concerning tea weren't exactly his forte. weight shifts from foot to foot, lips twitching in sympathy. “maybe it'll help .. and if not, it's still delicious.”
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⠀⠀glasses held in one hand, the cup blurry but discernible. its soothing aroma wafts to her nostrils. with a slightly pained but keen tone, “ what flavour is that ? ”
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