"I am aware of the risks," Caleb quips in return, "and am prepared to accept this condition, should it become necessary."
He's also quite happy to have an excuse to keep Yussa close as they walk. Though it's a near certainty that no on on the street is going to recognize either of them, Caleb carries a quiet sense of pride with him today because Yussa is happy to be seen with him. He hadn't quite realized how much that would mean to him.
The shop is small and cozy, with a single small table by the front window and the halfling owner, Frida, behind the counter portioning out loose leaf with a delicate scale. She smiles up at them when the bell chimes, and smiles a little wider when she greets Caleb by name in Zemnian. He's here frequently enough to be friendly.
"Hallo, Frida. I have a friend in town with an appreciation for tea, so I thought I would bring him by," he explains. While they normally talk in Zemnian, he speaks in Common for Yussa's benefit, and she catches on.
"I would be offended if you did not," she says. Her accent in Common is even thicker than his. "Come, friend of Caleb, tell me what to make for you." She gestures them emphatically up to the counter, which is human-sized rather than halfling to accommodate the majority of her customers. She's always perched in a tall chair to make up the difference.
Frida moves her work aside to replace it with a pair of mugs she pulls from beneath the counter, and lifts the steaming kettle from the enchanted warming plate beside her to fill them. "It is cold out. Drink up," she urges. The tea is deep orange in color and the aroma is both earthy and spicy. Caleb wraps a hand around a mug, letting the warmth seep into his fingers as he lifts it up to breathe in the steam.
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He's also quite happy to have an excuse to keep Yussa close as they walk. Though it's a near certainty that no on on the street is going to recognize either of them, Caleb carries a quiet sense of pride with him today because Yussa is happy to be seen with him. He hadn't quite realized how much that would mean to him.
The shop is small and cozy, with a single small table by the front window and the halfling owner, Frida, behind the counter portioning out loose leaf with a delicate scale. She smiles up at them when the bell chimes, and smiles a little wider when she greets Caleb by name in Zemnian. He's here frequently enough to be friendly.
"Hallo, Frida. I have a friend in town with an appreciation for tea, so I thought I would bring him by," he explains. While they normally talk in Zemnian, he speaks in Common for Yussa's benefit, and she catches on.
"I would be offended if you did not," she says. Her accent in Common is even thicker than his. "Come, friend of Caleb, tell me what to make for you." She gestures them emphatically up to the counter, which is human-sized rather than halfling to accommodate the majority of her customers. She's always perched in a tall chair to make up the difference.
Frida moves her work aside to replace it with a pair of mugs she pulls from beneath the counter, and lifts the steaming kettle from the enchanted warming plate beside her to fill them. "It is cold out. Drink up," she urges. The tea is deep orange in color and the aroma is both earthy and spicy. Caleb wraps a hand around a mug, letting the warmth seep into his fingers as he lifts it up to breathe in the steam.