[Probably not, actually. He might make sure Emet teleports into the sewers next time.]
Ah... I suppose you have endured a few ambushes in your time.
[He leads her inside, and waits to shut the door behind her. It won't do to let in the cold.]
What manner of host would not have tea? I imagine as someone from Ishgard, you would also have a fair fondness for hot drinks; I would be remiss if I did not keep some.
[He fills up a kettle with water and places it on the stove. It's a peculiar contraption, to be sure, but nothing he hasn't seen before in the Crystarium. While it starts to heat up, he fetches some teacups. But as he goes to reach for the sugar, he finds it's... been shoved to the back of the cupboard.
Ah. Right.
Damn you Emet-Selch.
He'll just... casually stand on his tiptoes for this.]
Do you prefer-- [HRNGHH] -- black tea or green tea? [Don't mind him standing on one foot to reach, this is normal.]
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Ah... I suppose you have endured a few ambushes in your time.
[He leads her inside, and waits to shut the door behind her. It won't do to let in the cold.]
What manner of host would not have tea? I imagine as someone from Ishgard, you would also have a fair fondness for hot drinks; I would be remiss if I did not keep some.
[He fills up a kettle with water and places it on the stove. It's a peculiar contraption, to be sure, but nothing he hasn't seen before in the Crystarium. While it starts to heat up, he fetches some teacups. But as he goes to reach for the sugar, he finds it's... been shoved to the back of the cupboard.
Ah. Right.
Damn you Emet-Selch.
He'll just... casually stand on his tiptoes for this.]
Do you prefer-- [HRNGHH] -- black tea or green tea? [Don't mind him standing on one foot to reach, this is normal.]