te's tea & tzai [★] THIS IS ME

[lavi s.]

Of course, he realized he did not know the recipe for tzai.  It seemed personal and individualized to a family.  Regardless, a dumbfounded look crosses Lavi's face when his spitfire of a friend suddenly just stops talking.  The young Jedi did not know her to break off her words so abruptly.  He knows something is wrong.  What did I say...?

Lavi finds himself in an odd predicament, his mouth not working in time to call after Tena.  Left to his own devices 'running' the shop while she gathers herbs on the roof?  Were any of her plants even growing?  What just happened?  When his mouth finally remembers how to move, he's trying to formulate an answer to Nemhain and continue puzzling Tena out, all the while realizing the latter is gone and if he tried to say anything to her she would not hear.

He finds a breath of air and turns to Nemhain, determined to provide an answer and politely entertain the guest no matter the confused state of mind he had been left in.

Answering a question should be doable in the time it takes to gather a few herbs, right?  Stars, what was going on in Tena's brain?  "Tzai is a traditional drink from Te's homeland."  Hardly one to talk too much about someone when they're not present, Lavi shuffles his paws, his brows creasing.  Tena was a thoroughly closed book, and he would not say more than he deemed appropriate without her permission.

"It is similar to chai tea, and I believe every family makes it differ- Oh."

A heavy sigh escapes the fluffy mountain cat.  I am not family, so she can't share the recipe with me.  To do so would be against her very culture, regardless of a good friendship.  Lavi finds his head moving in a thoughtful nod to himself.  After all,  he knew nothing of the traditional means of marriage among Tena's culture, unaware of the magnitude of sharing recipes as a part of it.

"I am sure she'll be willing to make you some when she comes down if you'd like to try it."