[ Qubit looks over at the bottle, but not all that closely. Right - one of the many herbs in Carlisle's garden. He recalls asking about this one a few days ago, actually.
But it doesn't feel important. The whole situation feels distant. Surreal. As if they peered into an alternate reality for an instant, then came home in time for tea. It's almost farcical. They can't just play-act like it's all business as usual -
Stop that.
He takes another long sip, forcing himself to focus on the taste. Cinnamon overtones. Just the right amount of bite. Whatever else he does, Carlisle Longinmouth makes an excellent cup of tea. ]
These are... cultivated by "kitten-kind," wasn't it?
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[ Qubit looks over at the bottle, but not all that closely. Right - one of the many herbs in Carlisle's garden. He recalls asking about this one a few days ago, actually.
But it doesn't feel important. The whole situation feels distant. Surreal. As if they peered into an alternate reality for an instant, then came home in time for tea. It's almost farcical. They can't just play-act like it's all business as usual -
Stop that.
He takes another long sip, forcing himself to focus on the taste. Cinnamon overtones. Just the right amount of bite. Whatever else he does, Carlisle Longinmouth makes an excellent cup of tea. ]
These are... cultivated by "kitten-kind," wasn't it?