It's not a big kitchen, but there's enough room for a table; there are two chairs, at the moment, and Zerxus reaches out to slide one out as he moves past, headed towards - more or less a stovetop. It alights with something when he fills a kettle and presses a button. Then he reaches up to the only cupboard and pulls out two cups.
One is blue porcelain inlaid with delicate constellations of brass; the other is a vibrant red, painted with a golden dragon that has never faded. Only one of them has seen any use on the Barge so far. There's a long moment where he just stares at them in his hands before finally setting them down on the counter.
"White tea, I think," he murmurs, if only to ground himself in the present; then he's reaching back into the cupboard, and pulling out a sealed tin. It's illustrated beautifully with vines and petals, but there are runes painted into the design that catch the light a little differently.
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One is blue porcelain inlaid with delicate constellations of brass; the other is a vibrant red, painted with a golden dragon that has never faded. Only one of them has seen any use on the Barge so far. There's a long moment where he just stares at them in his hands before finally setting them down on the counter.
"White tea, I think," he murmurs, if only to ground himself in the present; then he's reaching back into the cupboard, and pulling out a sealed tin. It's illustrated beautifully with vines and petals, but there are runes painted into the design that catch the light a little differently.
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"White tea is my favorite," he admits, lets Zerxus have that small validation.