te's tea & tzai [★] THIS IS ME

[Tena M.]

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Tena Moonspinner —
When the door opens, her eyes flash attentively forward.  Unsurprised.  The Jedi had a way of showing up.  He must've noticed her setting up or smelt the tzai.  Honestly, it made her feel a little warm inside, knowing he enjoyed the drink so much.  She could always offer him a cup and he would always say yes.  It felt nice.  She didn't think much deeper into it though.  Why would she?

The sand cat feels her brow crease.  A thoughtful frown.  "You'd have to let me teach you the reci-" Oh wait.  No, no.  Her mouth clamped shut, nothing short of surprise in her bright blue eyes.  Oh, by the Mother, why would she even begin to say that?

He didn't know.  Of course.  No one knew.  Ebra, alone.  It's mortifying nonetheless.  To almost practically propose to the annoying Jedi without a second thought.  Kriffing hell.  Slowly, she breaths out, the rest of her body almost shock still.  "… Just... Just watch the front for a moment.  I need to grab a few extra herbs from upstairs."

Upstairs meant the roof of course, where she went as far as sleeping on during the warmest months.  She didn't really grow much up there.  A small planter or two.  Not much grew in the winter either.  But she wasn't so sure she could keep her cool inside.  No.  She might break something.  Or someone's face.

Firmly not looking at Lavi as she passed, the Demdji quickly scrambled up the small staircase in the back.  Fuming, she took a seat beside the planter, only half-aware she was creating something of a fierce breeze.  Kriffing idiot.
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