[Livio takes a seat -- so goddamn carefully. Meryl would either be amused or exasperated to learn he's already broken another chair.
The irony of her serving him tea isn't lost on him, either. He offers the flowers over before picking up the mug with both hands, letting it warm them before he takes a sip.]
It isn't... bitter. [Yet it's still overwhelmingly earthy.] What is it?
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The irony of her serving him tea isn't lost on him, either. He offers the flowers over before picking up the mug with both hands, letting it warm them before he takes a sip.]
It isn't... bitter. [Yet it's still overwhelmingly earthy.] What is it?