'Grass water' was very much an acquired taste, he was aware, and Hadama hid his smile behind his teacup and another sip as Nova replaced half of her tea with sugar. For himself, he savored the complex bitterness mellowed with subtle floral notes of his own hibiscus green before looking across the table at Nova and giving a slight tilt to his head. "I did not know you had a crystal ball." His rumble was intrigued at learning this new aspect of one of Safrin's youngest daughters.
He was in no hurry to rush his drink, but suspecting that the bubbly young woman's patience was not as long as his own, he did not linger over it, either. Within a few minutes he had emptied the small cup of all but the dregs of the leaves, dark and green against the sloping sides of the white porcelain. He contemplated them for a moment, seeming to wonder what truths they held, before he used both hands to offer the cup across the table to Nova.
"Thank you," he said solemnly, but there was a hint of humor gleaming in his eyes. "I have never had my future read before."
He was in no hurry to rush his drink, but suspecting that the bubbly young woman's patience was not as long as his own, he did not linger over it, either. Within a few minutes he had emptied the small cup of all but the dregs of the leaves, dark and green against the sloping sides of the white porcelain. He contemplated them for a moment, seeming to wonder what truths they held, before he used both hands to offer the cup across the table to Nova.
"Thank you," he said solemnly, but there was a hint of humor gleaming in his eyes. "I have never had my future read before."
