( there's a wrinkle in her brow that only creases deeper as he talks, but kimberly takes the cup because... well, she can't not. she still is a bit hesitant to actually drink it, though. it's very floral, almost earthy, in a way that makes her think of meadows in spring. like what an english meadow in a movie should smell like. )
Wait. ( he didn't know tea came in bags? ) Tea comes... not in bags?
( she's heard the phrase tea leaves, of course, but she's picturing the big leaves that fall off trees, not the tea varieties. suburbia, man. )
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Wait. ( he didn't know tea came in bags? ) Tea comes... not in bags?
( she's heard the phrase tea leaves, of course, but she's picturing the big leaves that fall off trees, not the tea varieties. suburbia, man. )