[Bitter and hot sounded like most of what was served at the Cloud Recesses, so Lan Xichen was not about to protest something that was both new, but comforting and familiar.
At least until he hears the coffee grinder.
Jin Guangyao had warned him about the noise, but he'd been expecting perhaps the steady scraping crunch of a mortar, not the relentless whir and buzz of ... whatever a coffee grinder is.
He stands upright, hand on the hilt of his sword as a startled little blue bundle of feathers falls out the front of his robe.
The Lovely Fairy Wren startles awake on impact, only adding to the commotion by flitting around, furiously chirping her displeasure.]
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At least until he hears the coffee grinder.
Jin Guangyao had warned him about the noise, but he'd been expecting perhaps the steady scraping crunch of a mortar, not the relentless whir and buzz of ... whatever a coffee grinder is.
He stands upright, hand on the hilt of his sword as a startled little blue bundle of feathers falls out the front of his robe.
The Lovely Fairy Wren startles awake on impact, only adding to the commotion by flitting around, furiously chirping her displeasure.]