PC - Cantarella

[maladied]

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[physalia]

[Cantarella can't help but chuckle. They've definitely spoken long enough now that the tea has steeped a suitable amount, so she makes moves to fully prepare it.]

Sage isn't often a sweet herb, but it has a certain warmth to it. [Hehe.] You've no need to worry about me. I'll manage.

[maladied]

[ There’s a soft huff, but Sage relents. ]

I will choose to take your word for it, then.

[physalia]

I plan to keep it.

[Woman who will do anything to keep anyone else from seeing her slipping guarantees she'll never slip.

Cantarella clinks her full teacup against its still-empty neighbor in a notably ridiculous toast, her smile revealing just how well aware she is of that.]

Well, should I let you have the chance to savor your cup?

[maladied]

[ If a puppet could smile, this one would, but it's reflected somewhat in Sage's voice at least. ]

If you do not mind. I find that I could use a warm cup to relax. However, I do ask that you return soon.

[physalia]

It's a unique system for hosting tea parties, without a doubt. One of the more unique ones I've experienced.

[Cantarella rises to her feet, hand gently drifting along the surface of the table.]

Thank you for your insights. Just like a polite jellyfish, I'll see myself out, until such a time as the current brings me back here. [She is not really one for drifting, though, as Sage may have deduced.]

[maladied]

[ She laughs, softly. Unique for sure, and hopefully less unique in the future.

And she knows those words mean that Cantarella will be back sooner rather than later, at least. ]

Until the currents shift my way again, may the shadows keep you.