[Aha. That, Jin Guangyao decides, is the ticket. A glimmer of something suspiciously near to mischief kindles in his gaze, and though he does an admirable job of tempering his smile, it's still there at the corners of his lips. He is already gesturing Lan Xichen towards the low table in the parlour, a clear invitation for him to make himself comfortable.
This--playing the attentive host, the attentive friend--is what he is good at, and perhaps returning to these familiar steps is what he needs, too.]
It is a hot, bitter drink made from roasted coffee beans. Many people drink it here, though I have discovered it is harder to come by than tea. I haven't yet tried it myself, but I have seen it prepared once.
[He sweeps into the kitchen to begin the preparations, already having familiarized himself with most of the appliances. Including the old coffee grinder, which he retrieves now, and into which he dispenses an appropriate number of beans. Then, apologetically,]
Please forgive the noise, Er-ge.
[then he turns the grinder on, and startles poor xiao meimei awake on her cushion.]
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This--playing the attentive host, the attentive friend--is what he is good at, and perhaps returning to these familiar steps is what he needs, too.]
It is a hot, bitter drink made from roasted coffee beans. Many people drink it here, though I have discovered it is harder to come by than tea. I haven't yet tried it myself, but I have seen it prepared once.
[He sweeps into the kitchen to begin the preparations, already having familiarized himself with most of the appliances. Including the old coffee grinder, which he retrieves now, and into which he dispenses an appropriate number of beans. Then, apologetically,]
Please forgive the noise, Er-ge.
[then he turns the grinder on, and startles poor xiao meimei awake on her cushion.]