[ Jin Guangyao gets to his feet and gives a small bow, wholly intent on ordering them both some tea. It can't be that difficult and if it puts him in a decent standing then so be it. As long as swords aren't being drawn and no arguments are being thrown around, he'll take it.
It's just easier said than done. Joining the queue was simple enough and every so often he looks over from the items on offer to give Lan Xichen a victorious look, making sure the other hasn't run away but also to show how impressed he is. With himself. They'll have tea in no time.
A few minutes feels like a few lifetimes though and the novelty is somewhat wearing off by the time Jin Guangyao gets to the front of the queue. How could they make people do this? Why don't the servers come to the tables instead? It's all very chaotic and yet he gives his best smile when asked what he wants.
Tea, please. What kind?
It takes a while. Jin Guangyao can sense the frustration of other customers waiting behind him as the server goes through the options with him. How can they blame him? There's so much on offer, how is he meant to know how it works? If anyone even says anything he'll just have to tell them to fuck off, nothing is going to stop him from getting this tea. Thankfully the cashier is amazing at their job and after another five minutes Jin Guangyao is carefully walking back to the table, placing the tray down on it before taking his seat.
A metal tea pot. A few paper bags of something. Two cups. Jin Guangyao couldn't be more thrilled, even if what he's been given looks dubious.]
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[ Jin Guangyao gets to his feet and gives a small bow, wholly intent on ordering them both some tea. It can't be that difficult and if it puts him in a decent standing then so be it. As long as swords aren't being drawn and no arguments are being thrown around, he'll take it.
It's just easier said than done. Joining the queue was simple enough and every so often he looks over from the items on offer to give Lan Xichen a victorious look, making sure the other hasn't run away but also to show how impressed he is. With himself. They'll have tea in no time.
A few minutes feels like a few lifetimes though and the novelty is somewhat wearing off by the time Jin Guangyao gets to the front of the queue. How could they make people do this? Why don't the servers come to the tables instead? It's all very chaotic and yet he gives his best smile when asked what he wants.
Tea, please.
What kind?
It takes a while. Jin Guangyao can sense the frustration of other customers waiting behind him as the server goes through the options with him. How can they blame him? There's so much on offer, how is he meant to know how it works? If anyone even says anything he'll just have to tell them to fuck off, nothing is going to stop him from getting this tea. Thankfully the cashier is amazing at their job and after another five minutes Jin Guangyao is carefully walking back to the table, placing the tray down on it before taking his seat.
A metal tea pot. A few paper bags of something. Two cups. Jin Guangyao couldn't be more thrilled, even if what he's been given looks dubious.]
They said it was free for us, a gift.