@thewhitepuellamagi
——— ☆ ——— In such a vast city full of gloomy people, it had taken Laetitia less than a day to realize that her usual method of gift giving to people – ignoring the fact it was severely reduced – was simply not going to cut it. So, as she decided, she’d just need something else to give; it was how she found herself flittering between shops with fancy names that she couldn’t pronounce. She paused finally, outside a tea shop with a chalk sign outside. She stared at the colourful writing, trying to parse the list of today’s specials. Finally, after a moment, she looked around for someone that was standing nearby.
“Excuse me, miss?” Laetitia asked, and then paused, wondering if her question was going to sound stupid. Although this girl didn’t look very old, she did have a wonderful aura of someone very smart. “I… I don’t get the differences - between the teas. Isn’t black and green and white just colours?”