“CERTAINLY.”
Dlanor led the man into a rather dark-looking pub area. Judging by the various booths and the bar that sat straight in the middle, it seemed to mimic the old 1920’s speakeasies. One or two felines slept their cares away upon some of these booths as if they were patrons themselves. She picked a candlelit booth near the window, the weather outside being something akin to the pitter-patter of blues rain. “Sometimes, tea seems best served when the atmosphere is COLD. That way its warm aroma penetrates and soothes the BONES.”
The level of appreciation that Hakuba had for Dlanor was quickly doubled – no, tripled – as he looked around the pub. He soaked it all in, reveling n the chill, the sound of the rain, the flickering lights against the dark walls. God, it’d be difficult to focus on tea when this place clearly called for scotch.
But then, tea was perfect.
He waited for Dlanor to take a seat before taking one himself, content smile fixed on his face.
“Very intriguing choice, Miss Knox… I very much approve. I was not aware that such little nooks existed in this place… but I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised."