"It is no trouble! Perhaps if you visit again, I could remind you of that. I am quite patient, though now I am curious about what sort of tea it is. I have a very broad palate when it comes to teas." Abysa seems pleased at the thought; receiving a human-made tea from another world is just the sort of new thing he likes to experience!
Soon, the floating assembly settles down, two cups and two saucers landing on the counter first, one in front of Adia (or where Abysa last heard her; it is close enough to be in arm's reach at least) and one in front of Abysa. Ceramic jars follow, along with delicate silver spoons for each, labeled 'sugar' and 'cream' and 'honey', landing with a soft little clunk close by. Lastly, an ornate teapot with hand-painted decor, resembling dark red flowers, floats on up to Adia's teacup, tipping to pour out some steaming, perfectly steeped tea. Just from an initial sniff, it seems remarkably similar to your average black tea, with a hint of spice, though the colour is a deep violet as opposed to a familiar dark red or brown. The teapot then floats over and fills Abysa's cup before landing nearby and neatly upon a lace doily (which had also been floating around close to the end of the preparations).
"Though I suppose I might just enjoy all sorts of beverages, in general. Food, also! It is unfortunate then, that I do not need to eat or drink very much. My people are adapted to surviving long periods without nourishment or sleep, and so I find I get full much too quickly... But I always find time for a nap or two." One can hardly oversleep the way one might over-eat, after all.
"Ah, also! Wait not for me, please, let me know what you think!" It seems Abysa has finally remembered his own tea, and picks up his cup delicately with his long slender fingers. It wasn't noticeable at first, but the demon's cup is a little bigger than Adia's, in perfect proportion to their respective sizes.
The tea itself tastes much like it smells; some sort of black tea blend with a hint of cinnamon and ginger-type spice to it. Further tasting also reveals a hint of a third flavour, that seems somewhat minty, or floral. It is much like tasting something you are used to, only for it to be just different enough to be new.
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Soon, the floating assembly settles down, two cups and two saucers landing on the counter first, one in front of Adia (or where Abysa last heard her; it is close enough to be in arm's reach at least) and one in front of Abysa. Ceramic jars follow, along with delicate silver spoons for each, labeled 'sugar' and 'cream' and 'honey', landing with a soft little clunk close by. Lastly, an ornate teapot with hand-painted decor, resembling dark red flowers, floats on up to Adia's teacup, tipping to pour out some steaming, perfectly steeped tea. Just from an initial sniff, it seems remarkably similar to your average black tea, with a hint of spice, though the colour is a deep violet as opposed to a familiar dark red or brown. The teapot then floats over and fills Abysa's cup before landing nearby and neatly upon a lace doily (which had also been floating around close to the end of the preparations).
"Though I suppose I might just enjoy all sorts of beverages, in general. Food, also! It is unfortunate then, that I do not need to eat or drink very much. My people are adapted to surviving long periods without nourishment or sleep, and so I find I get full much too quickly... But I always find time for a nap or two." One can hardly oversleep the way one might over-eat, after all.
"Ah, also! Wait not for me, please, let me know what you think!" It seems Abysa has finally remembered his own tea, and picks up his cup delicately with his long slender fingers. It wasn't noticeable at first, but the demon's cup is a little bigger than Adia's, in perfect proportion to their respective sizes.
The tea itself tastes much like it smells; some sort of black tea blend with a hint of cinnamon and ginger-type spice to it. Further tasting also reveals a hint of a third flavour, that seems somewhat minty, or floral. It is much like tasting something you are used to, only for it to be just different enough to be new.