She's carrying a tray toward a little round table that stands between a chair with cushion and a couch, setting it down and adjusting the teapot by its handle so that it points toward him. It's polite. The blend is homemade and that's why it smells like that, the notes of patchouli and cinnamon particularly strong; the two cups alongside, stacked, don't match. "Not in the suburbs."
Do they even stall or table in the city any more? Iona doesn't mention the trade in his letters and Gela doesn't ask.
When she takes a seat it's beside him rather than opposite, to lessen the feel of this being a meeting with the Ambassador and bring it closer to having tea with Gela, which is what it is.
CLOSED; for Cedric
She's carrying a tray toward a little round table that stands between a chair with cushion and a couch, setting it down and adjusting the teapot by its handle so that it points toward him. It's polite. The blend is homemade and that's why it smells like that, the notes of patchouli and cinnamon particularly strong; the two cups alongside, stacked, don't match. "Not in the suburbs."
Do they even stall or table in the city any more? Iona doesn't mention the trade in his letters and Gela doesn't ask.
When she takes a seat it's beside him rather than opposite, to lessen the feel of this being a meeting with the Ambassador and bring it closer to having tea with Gela, which is what it is.