Bouquet of Diamonds
Sephos nodded, checking the tea, liquid, and heat levels in the teapot. Yes, indeed, he would like another cup. Yes, he would like to not be back in the festival as long as he could.
Tea - fine.
Liquid - fine.
Heat - good.
He poured Rastin's cup first, than his own. In his haste to get away from the fight, he had neglected to bring sweeteners and traditional tea additives. He usually liked his tea straight and bitter, though he didn't mind the variety, and it hadn't crossed his mind to take them too.
Until now.
He frowned briefly, checking his pockets and the makeshift pocket that was the cloth between his shirt and his overalls. From a pocket, he brought out a small cluster of leaves. They were a little bruised but still fresh - he'd been intending to give them to Rastin over tea that evening anyway - but he'd forgotten about them until that moment.
"It's sweet." he said, putting it on the tray.
