Libbs blinked at him, giving a stupid smile as the name clicked. "YES THAT. That is EXACTLY what it's called! .. except, it's in a bag. Little white ones. Kinda like linen. But.. tinier. How do you even make tea without teabags anyways?' Libb looked at him rather quizzically, before her eyes caught the creation he had poured his heart into onto his desk. And while Libbs was no artist by a long shot, she could appreciate anyone with the talent.
"HOLY BISCUITS." she shouted, reaching out for the bowl, and looking it over. "This is ABSOLUTELY beautiful! Ahh!" she squeaked, energy high, but still being tender with the creation. "It's so weird. I never seen a bowl that has so many colors in it. Is there multicolored trees in this world? Or did you somehow magically glue them together.. or, did you MAGIC them together? And if so, HOW." she asked.. before she shook her head. "No, wait! I gotta capture the sun! Back to the task on hand. Yes, I'm looking for tea. But I don't know who sells tea around here. And you kinda look -" she cut herself, realizing precisely what was about to happen before letting it slip.
"Look.. um.. Well, you were the first person I saw. But hey, if you know who sells tea, I'd be really grateful! Hey, I might even take this bowl. Or better; do you know who may sell jars too?" Yep. Libbs was ALL OVER the place. She usually was. But, she did manage to come to some sort of conversational point the poor man could jump onto. "Oh.. my name's Libbs! What's yours?" she asked him.
"HOLY BISCUITS." she shouted, reaching out for the bowl, and looking it over. "This is ABSOLUTELY beautiful! Ahh!" she squeaked, energy high, but still being tender with the creation. "It's so weird. I never seen a bowl that has so many colors in it. Is there multicolored trees in this world? Or did you somehow magically glue them together.. or, did you MAGIC them together? And if so, HOW." she asked.. before she shook her head. "No, wait! I gotta capture the sun! Back to the task on hand. Yes, I'm looking for tea. But I don't know who sells tea around here. And you kinda look -" she cut herself, realizing precisely what was about to happen before letting it slip.
"Look.. um.. Well, you were the first person I saw. But hey, if you know who sells tea, I'd be really grateful! Hey, I might even take this bowl. Or better; do you know who may sell jars too?" Yep. Libbs was ALL OVER the place. She usually was. But, she did manage to come to some sort of conversational point the poor man could jump onto. "Oh.. my name's Libbs! What's yours?" she asked him.
