[ The tone in his voice is searching. What else can he say? It's true. But even if they'd met at his home — he couldn't even say then it would have been under more pleasant circumstances. Come to think of it... have there ever really been pleasant circumstances for him to meet new people under? Ever? Maybe his time living under cover as a fugitive refugee under a false identity in enemy territory, secretly working at a tea shop with his uncle while warrants were out for both their arrests back home, but uh. Does that count as pleasant? Comparatively to nearly three years exiled at sea, it did, but by normal standards, probably not. The at-first-innocent thought sank him back into a darker mindset momentarily... What was he really leaving behind at home, in that light? What kind of life? Even his happy memories weren't happy. But an existential crisis wasn't needed on top of, well, his myriad other crises right now, so he tries to shake the thought away by reaching into his shopping bag for a swig of tea.
Which he's not pleased with. Alien equivalent of Lipton or Arizona doesn't count as real tea in his world — it barely counts as real tea in its own world... He's been spoiled by his uncle's passion for quality tea, even if he doesn't share the enthusiasm. He doesn't spit the sip out, but he makes his dissatisfaction known. ]
Blegh! This isn't green tea! It's so sweet! And bland! How can it taste flavorless and bad at the same time?
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[ The tone in his voice is searching. What else can he say? It's true. But even if they'd met at his home — he couldn't even say then it would have been under more pleasant circumstances. Come to think of it... have there ever really been pleasant circumstances for him to meet new people under? Ever? Maybe his time living under cover as a fugitive refugee under a false identity in enemy territory, secretly working at a tea shop with his uncle while warrants were out for both their arrests back home, but uh. Does that count as pleasant? Comparatively to nearly three years exiled at sea, it did, but by normal standards, probably not. The at-first-innocent thought sank him back into a darker mindset momentarily... What was he really leaving behind at home, in that light? What kind of life? Even his happy memories weren't happy. But an existential crisis wasn't needed on top of, well, his myriad other crises right now, so he tries to shake the thought away by reaching into his shopping bag for a swig of tea.
Which he's not pleased with. Alien equivalent of Lipton or Arizona doesn't count as real tea in his world — it barely counts as real tea in its own world... He's been spoiled by his uncle's passion for quality tea, even if he doesn't share the enthusiasm. He doesn't spit the sip out, but he makes his dissatisfaction known. ]
Blegh! This isn't green tea! It's so sweet! And bland! How can it taste flavorless and bad at the same time?