[The kettle whistles and he pulls it off the stove, pouring the boiling water over the leaves in the pot and setting them to steep. Pulling a mug from the cabinet he brings the pair to the kitchen table and sets them near his... well, his ward he supposes. He really has no idea what to call this young woman in his life.
Friend sounds almost too... friendly.]
I have something special for you, I hope you'll like it.
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[The kettle whistles and he pulls it off the stove, pouring the boiling water over the leaves in the pot and setting them to steep. Pulling a mug from the cabinet he brings the pair to the kitchen table and sets them near his... well, his ward he supposes. He really has no idea what to call this young woman in his life.
Friend sounds almost too... friendly.]
I have something special for you, I hope you'll like it.