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Myr was largely unaffected by the appearance of the young man in front of them, though she had not counted on it taking quite so long to reach the edges of town. Ah, well. Sometimes things did not work as you expected, and she was beginning to rethink her refusal of the tea offer from earlier anyway.

Thus, when Mark suggested it again, she chose to comply this time, and followed her companion for the moment, raising one blond eyebrow ever-so-slightly when he proclaimed that ladies should enter first. She would not comment, however, and simply thanked him softly before following the roof-climber into the tea shop.

The space was small and comfortable, with many wooden tables and chairs, and the whole thing smelled strongly of spiced tea leaves and flowers. It was Myr decided, a most pleasant sort of space to spend some time, and she was glad she had not refused the offer in the second instance. It appeared for the moment that the only other occupant was the young man from before, but she could not say that she particularly minded. You met all sorts, wandering as she did, and she had come to discover that most people, even the odd ones, were nothing to be too wary of.

Selecting a seat, she slipped into it and was almost immediately greeted by a waiter, who asked her what it was that she wanted. "Do you have jasmine and rose-hip?" she inquired, smiling a bit when the young man nodded. "Very well, I'll take that then."

The waiter scrawled something down on a piece of paper before turning and looking at Mark expectantly.