week three | mingle

[marriagebroker]

No outright changes this week either. Week three rolls around, braced for impact as ever. The estate is still intact, the contestants are still motivated, things are looking good.

Well, aside from the fact you all had a blackout this weekend. That wasn't so good.

Either way, when Monday rolls around, Wei Wuxian seems to be in a cheery mood as he greets everyone Monday morning.

"Everyone, come here, come here. I have an announcement!"

Better go see what that's about, huh?

Boom Boom Room | Dates | Property Damage
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third li'l thing

[researcherstory]

[ ...

The present train hasn't stopped, but. This time. It is already set out and prepared for everyone -- "it" being a bunch of tea cups and a much larger mug for a certain ten foot friend, already steeped with a variety of teas along with ransom note-style cut outs of everyone's names and the type of tea they have.

Odile is not yelling and Rom may be uselessly hanging around with that ever-present owl look to him but whenever someone passes through-- ]

Sit and enjoy. We [ we who ] insist.

[ Do as she says, apparently. Odile has her own cup, and yes she's made some for Wei Wuxian too on the off chance he pops by. Tea time everyone. ]

[ordimame]

[everyone coming back from their dates with cute gifts. . . Edamura automatically drifts towards his own cup of tea, picking up the little card with the cut out letters and reading it aloud]

Rooibos?

[oh!]

. . . hey, that's not a bad choice.

[researcherstory]

Of course it isn't. I may not be an aficionado... but I have tried many, many teas in my lifetime. It should come to no surprise that I would have some idea of what others may favor.

[ She's definitely not telling anyone that she picked these out specifically with each person in mind, and she's Very Carefully hiding her smile with a sip of her tea. If Rom says a word he's dead. ]

[ordimame]

[is that supposed to be a secret that is, in fact, what Edamura is assuming she did. he did it with the capsule toys!!]

It's pretty thoughtful of you.

[looking over towards the LINGERING OWL MAN]

. . . the both of you?

[researcherstory]

[ ... Heh. ]

Before Rom downplays himself, yes -- both of us. It was his idea to bring back more than what I wanted, in fact.

[ Not directly, but she can absolutely spin it as she pleases. ]

[phenomerom]

[ HUH ]

It wasn't ...

[ Sounding a little bemused by this. ]

I don't even like tea very much, Edamura-san. This was all Miss Odile's idea. All I did was carry them. She spent quite a bit of effort into choosing the teas, so I hope everyone will enjoy them.

[researcherstory]

[ Right! His foot is being stepped on. ]

If you hadn't handed me that basket, I wouldn't have thought to take more than what these frail arms of mine could carry. Sincerely. Don't be so modest about your part in this, Rom.

[phenomerom]

[ Wah ........ just lets this foot-steppy happen with no change to his expression, though. ]

Then. I will take full credit for the noble task of carrying the basket for you, Miss Odile. An incredible job, if I say so myself.

[ordimame]

[. . . watching as Odile steps on his foot. . .]

I think she's bullying you.

[phenomerom]

[ Just. Letting it happen. ]

Nooo, kindly, generous Miss Odile would never do something so callous!

[ordimame]

[SIR. . .]

I suppose your foot doesn't beg to differ?

[phenomerom]

Hm?

[ Looking down, as if he just noticed. ]

Oh, that's just a little mistake. Nothing to worry about.

[ordimame]

[uh huh]

[just makes aggressive eye contact and takes a slow sip of his tea]

[ordimame]

[watching as Rom denies his involvement—]

I get the feeling it's less that he helped and more that you dragged him into it.

[researcherstory]

He didn't hinder me.

[ And so he helped. ]

[ordimame]

[simply!!]

That's a very devious game of semantics you're playing, Odile.

[researcherstory]

[ Wow!!! ]

You should learn from Rom, Edamura, and respect your elders a little better.

[ordimame]

No.

[a little grin]

[poans]

[Not one to deny Odile's suggestion, he swiftly locates his assigned cup, whereupon he blinks as he recognizes the unique fruity aroma that wafts from it, even before he's read the name on the card.]

Ah, this is . . .

[researcherstory]

Hwangcha.

[ Confirming, though she is... loathe to reveal her methods on why... So she merely glances aside. ]

... Well? Drink. It was made with the intention of being enjoy hot, not chilled.

[poans]

[With the sweet confirmation given, he reaches for the cup with both hands, brings the rim to his lips, and takes a modest sip that might have belied the taste of his homeland if not for how he takes his time with it.]

Mmm . . . It is almost as I remember it.

[researcherstory]

May I ask what differs?

[ Not so she can make it better next time or anything though. ]

[poans]

If I were to hazard a guess . . . the location, as well as present company.

[It's also likely to be a matter of idiosyncrasies in preparation, but the simple truth is that, for someone moved by sentimentality, the past won't be evoked down to the letter.]