Tea Party with Captive Listener

[takeme2urpants]

[You find yourself sitting at a lovely table with all the trimmings, this unusually warm October evening. Above the table is a sign:]

UNLOAD YOUR PROBLEMS ON THIS DUDE

[The arrow points down to ZEX. He sighs, and pours you tea.]

I suppose you might as well. I have no other plans for the evening.

Comments

[bluetilator]

Why did it choose you to listen to all the whining?

[takeme2urpants]

I am not certain. Do you find that I am a good listener?

[bluetilator]

You are neither good nor bad.

[takeme2urpants]

This was my assumption, as well. I do not understand this.

Would you care for tea, Illyria?

[bluetilator]

I am indifferent to your tea. It is meaningless to my existence.

But I will try it, if you are drinking it.

[takeme2urpants]

Hmm. ♥ [Makes her teaaaa]

[bluetilator]

[sceptically tastes it]

[takeme2urpants]

[It is pretty good black tea with rose in it]

Have you had tea, before?
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[bluetilator]

I have not. This body has and I remember it. It is not what I expected.

[takeme2urpants]

What did you expect, if I may ask?

[bluetilator]

It is heat and bitterness and smells like flowers. I expected something cloyingly sweet.

[takeme2urpants]

It is possible to add sweetness, but I did not think it necessary.

[bluetilator]

I would not like it.

[takeme2urpants]

I had thought not. You do not seem the type for sweets.

[bluetilator]

Sweets disgust me!

[takeme2urpants]

Why do you think this is so?