"No need." He's amused at that, taking a sip himself. It surprises him, a little; she's polite and formal, when he'd expect her as one of the 'Coombs of Siren Cove' to rather expect things given to her. He's never had a reputation to uphold though; he's not quite sure how it works.
"A tea making witch. Well, I'm a witch who makes tea." He smiles, taking a sip of his own. "It is my own blend, though it's cribbed from what I remember of my mother. She always kept herbs around." He gestures at his cabinets. "And now I have a place to keep them, so do I. Though some of them are better for spellwork than tea." His cabinets have everything from ginger root to belladonna right now.
"That's fine. Should I let you get back to your dog?"
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Date: 2015-04-16 05:05 pm (UTC)"A tea making witch. Well, I'm a witch who makes tea." He smiles, taking a sip of his own. "It is my own blend, though it's cribbed from what I remember of my mother. She always kept herbs around." He gestures at his cabinets. "And now I have a place to keep them, so do I. Though some of them are better for spellwork than tea." His cabinets have everything from ginger root to belladonna right now.
"That's fine. Should I let you get back to your dog?"