May 29
[ TEA ] "If you're going into one of the moving picture rooms, why not take a cup with you?" Ronan gestures to the row of kettles lit by warm candlelight. "Not brewed by me, don't worry. Someone in the kitchen understands this stuff much better."
Despite the fact that she needn't worry about her translucent body while wearing this dress, she was certainly not feeling like pretending with tea at the moment. So she smiled politely and shook her head.
"No, I do not drink tea," she replied. "Thank-you for the offer, however."
With a hum, Thrasir offered a rose from her bouquet as a sign of her gratitude for the offer. Then she offered a shallow curtsey.