“Because I don’t like tea, Mal.” Fitz, as per usual, was blunt in his speech, almost lethargic in his movements as he walked along with Malachi. “Shops close early, so I… guess we’ll go to them first for whatever experiment you’re working on.” His errands were none of the sort of which Malachi couldn’t tag along with, so Fitz decided to distract him intsead. “What is it, again?”
"Coffee, then. Or a sports drink. There are plenty of options, Fitz. The magic of a tea party comes from the table setting for the most part.” Unlike his mate, Malachi was displaying a boundless energy as usual, arms flapping at his sides. “Well, you know, I just want to look around, see if there’s anything of interest. To...any of the things I’m doing.” It was a rough excuse for his want to find Fitz a new hobby or passion, in truth. But he figured Fitz woudn’t take too well to the idea. Only because he would close himself off to it before trying.









