Falke
Tea. You see, tea is useful for many things. Not only does it warm the body and occasionally the soul (for is there anything better than someone who knows exactly how you take your tea?), but it gives the drinker something to focus on other than the conversation. There’s nothing worse than feeling like you’re being interrogated and stared at, so Falke brings Finn tea. And besides, he’s curious to see if Torchline is up to par in that regard, so the Fixer does not give the Spyglass an answer, nor does he wait for his consent before heading out.
The return is quite different, with Falke purposefully making his steps a bit heavier to announce his approach, carrying a dinged up and tarnished silver tray in one hand, with an equally ‘well loved’ teapot and two cups and two other containers on it. The inkeep’s effort was commendable, Falke thinks, even if the product ends up being less than satisfactory.
He sets the tray down on a side table and busies himself with the pouring. “Remind me how you like yours?” he asks, before answering the question. He does so when he turns, the cups in hand, offering one to Finn. “Of course. It would be both foolish and dangerous for me to come here without them knowing.” Settling gingerly down into the seat so as to not slosh the liquid, he looks at Finn again with a mildly curious expression. “Why do you ask?”
The return is quite different, with Falke purposefully making his steps a bit heavier to announce his approach, carrying a dinged up and tarnished silver tray in one hand, with an equally ‘well loved’ teapot and two cups and two other containers on it. The inkeep’s effort was commendable, Falke thinks, even if the product ends up being less than satisfactory.
He sets the tray down on a side table and busies himself with the pouring. “Remind me how you like yours?” he asks, before answering the question. He does so when he turns, the cups in hand, offering one to Finn. “Of course. It would be both foolish and dangerous for me to come here without them knowing.” Settling gingerly down into the seat so as to not slosh the liquid, he looks at Finn again with a mildly curious expression. “Why do you ask?”
oh we're human, only human
like a moth to a flame, flickering so dangerously
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