"Something like that." But he accepts the teasing as gracefully as he can manage, a bashful smile and a slight roll of his eyes.
The braid does, however, make it much easier to move. No worries regarding the fall of hair over his new wounds. For a moment he reaches out, fingers finding Claude's and giving him an appreciative little squeeze.
"If you over steep the lemon it's going to become bitter." There's tea to be seen to, of course. In an effort to distract himself with something trivial (and, more importantly, something that will not be seen as an invasion of privacy should he misspeak) he latches onto the familiar topic of tea.
"What sort of teas would you drink at home? In Almyra, I mean... I can't imagine what we know as Almyran Pine Needle is a terribly accurate representation."
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The braid does, however, make it much easier to move. No worries regarding the fall of hair over his new wounds. For a moment he reaches out, fingers finding Claude's and giving him an appreciative little squeeze.
"If you over steep the lemon it's going to become bitter." There's tea to be seen to, of course. In an effort to distract himself with something trivial (and, more importantly, something that will not be seen as an invasion of privacy should he misspeak) he latches onto the familiar topic of tea.
"What sort of teas would you drink at home? In Almyra, I mean... I can't imagine what we know as Almyran Pine Needle is a terribly accurate representation."