the stoic expression that graces his features is untelling,Â
yet she still watches with enthusiasm. perhaps she could
have done better for someone of noxus; someone with
refined tastes, as depicted in his garb and blades. yet she
would only provide so far, for which requiring a stranger to
wait for hours for meat to cook upon a fire seemedÂ
unmannered. she perks at his question, however, and gives
a quick nod. â i have just the thing brewing! do you like tea,
friend? â her voice rings out melodically, already moving to
grab a stolen mug (from an ionian tavernâone of suchÂ
distaste that they would certainly forget about it) and not
awaiting his answer, pouring the heated substance into it.
bringing it over to him, her smile is a bit more hopeful this
time, for her salads may not be delicious to humans, but
her tea was exquisite.