[ AUDIENCE: BYLETH EISNER ]

[dormheads]

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[divineimpulse]

It's just a little thank-you gift. For helping us with everything.

[she presses the tea into his hands.]

It's a blend just for you.

[inaccordant]

[there's just confusion in his emotions?? he takes it, though more by reflex when it's pressed into his hands than anything.]

... I haven't done anything.

[divineimpulse]

[she shakes her head, brow set firmly. it's pure waves of stern affection.]

That's not true.

We couldn't do anything without you, Hugo.

[inaccordant]

[at the affection, his feelings are an increasing need to, like, flee, even if he outwardly looks calm.]

... That's putting things rather strongly.

[divineimpulse]

Did you have someone else waiting in the wings to help save everyone here that we don't know about?

[inaccordant]

No, but...

[... he knows he's not going to win this argument but he's! stubborn!]

[divineimpulse]

But?

[she's happy to let him dig his own stubborn grave!!]

[inaccordant]

[...

uggggggh]

[divineimpulse]

[she beams quietly.]

I thought this blend would be nice for someone who likes to read late.

Black tea, with spices to wake you up—cloves, cinnamon, ginger, star anise...

[inaccordant]

... No wonder you're in Annie's dorm.

[byleth your tea]

[divineimpulse]

She certainly has the ingredients for mixing your own blend.

Try it. Tell me what you think.

[inaccordant]

Right now?

[divineimpulse]

[she exhales, clearly amused.]

In your own time.

[inaccordant]

[a sigh]

All right, I'll give it a try later.

[divineimpulse]

Thank you, Hugo.

I hope you enjoy it.