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[the_adjutant]

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[wearenumberone]

[ she'd fully expected riza to be the punctual type, so she's not surprised when the woman shows up. and she's not pleased, precisely - after all, this is a simple modicum of courtesy, isn't it? the bare minimum. but she's not displeased by a long shot. so she nods to the woman as she comes in, indicating the chair across from her. ]

Take a seat. This pot is nearly done brewing. [ a beat. ] It's one of the more fragrant whites they have. If you'd prefer something else, I'll handle the expense.

[ inside, it's easy to see why someone like one likes this place: softer lighting, a middling temperature, and no sounds blaring over a loudspeaker. the only sound in the room comes from the workers at the counter - a single dominant and submissive pair - and a small stream of water running around the edge of the room. like this, one can speak just above a whisper and be heard perfectly clearly. ]

[the_adjutant]

No, I think that should be fine.

[ Riza settles into her chair, folds her hands into her lap as she looks across the table at One. She looks so much younger here, in the light of this tea shop and out of the dimly lit bedroom that she'd laid in while One helped her work through the horrid drug that had been effecting her. ]

It's good to see you again.

[ Might as well get the pleasantries out of the way. ]

[wearenumberone]

And you as well.

[ it's strange, watching one do something as mundane as pour tea for the two of them. if it weren't for the way she carries herself, she'd easily appear fifteen at best - but like this, with absolutely no awkwardness or hesitation in her actions, her age is nearly unidentifiable.

she doesn't sip from the tea she pours, setting it down on the saucer instead. make of that what you will, riza. ]

I take it you've had less need for the meditation these past few weeks? [ dryly, with something approaching humor in her voice: ] Unless you've learned to hide it as well as I have.

[the_adjutant]

Thankfully I've been able to avoid any other, ah. Exposures.

[ Riza reaches out to pick up her tea cup. She lets the scent of the delicate tea fill her nose, then sips at it. Delicious stuff, this. There's a small smile, then the teacup is set down again. ]

You've been well, I hope?