[It was not suitable for the ceremony, and not expected, but it takes him only a slightly embarrassing amount of time to register the offer for what it was, and when he does he shifts his hands on his cup to leave one free, only slightly uncertain in the way he rests his fingers against the back of her knuckles, over old scars, shifting slightly over the rise and dip of them, the callused pads of his fingers like a ship across the sea. He can barely feel it, truthfully, through skin that has gone thick, but that doesn't discourage him.]
I shall change the mix next time, then.
[He takes a careful sip from his cup, aware of the fact it would be tepid soon, even with the narrow width of the cup. If this was done enough times, they should discover her preference, he's certain. He thinks she must have one, even if it is fluid. There would be no harm to it. He glances into his cup, measures the remaining distance. He would need to pour the small glass of honeyed liquor soon, the pallet cleanser between the cups of tea. Some of them had found that part more exciting than the tea- as if the entire ceremony were worth the smallest sip of something they had the right to have at any time. Perhaps because it seemed like they shouldn't.]
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I shall change the mix next time, then.
[He takes a careful sip from his cup, aware of the fact it would be tepid soon, even with the narrow width of the cup. If this was done enough times, they should discover her preference, he's certain. He thinks she must have one, even if it is fluid. There would be no harm to it. He glances into his cup, measures the remaining distance. He would need to pour the small glass of honeyed liquor soon, the pallet cleanser between the cups of tea. Some of them had found that part more exciting than the tea- as if the entire ceremony were worth the smallest sip of something they had the right to have at any time. Perhaps because it seemed like they shouldn't.]
How go your dinner preperations?