On arrival, he is briefly seized by the certainty that if he lets go too soon, he may fall between the cracks in the worlds, or be whisked away elsewhere. It isn't until Loki is the one to release his hand that he starts, realizing that he'd been standing there like an idiot for several seconds, stiff-backed and gripping the teen's hand like a child about to be walked across the street.
Rolling his shoulders in irritation at himself, he follows in Loki's wake, eager to get out of the mud and rain. Inside, with the rainy season, the cafe has a small area set aside for swapping out muddy shoes and jackets for complimentary slippers and towels, and he hangs his cape up, toweling himself as dry as he can until his hair is even more of a curling, spiky mess.
"They use the best ingredients." He's not sure how they get the higher-quality stuff (perhaps the wardens, too, are soft on quality chocolate), but as far as its fare goes, this little tea shop blows everything else the city has to offer right out of the water. Kid is already bee-lining for the open cases of goods; the shop is staffed, but intermittently throughout the day, and most of the time he times his visits for when it's empty.
"I'd almost swear the tea really is from England, and the pastries from France."
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On arrival, he is briefly seized by the certainty that if he lets go too soon, he may fall between the cracks in the worlds, or be whisked away elsewhere. It isn't until Loki is the one to release his hand that he starts, realizing that he'd been standing there like an idiot for several seconds, stiff-backed and gripping the teen's hand like a child about to be walked across the street.
Rolling his shoulders in irritation at himself, he follows in Loki's wake, eager to get out of the mud and rain. Inside, with the rainy season, the cafe has a small area set aside for swapping out muddy shoes and jackets for complimentary slippers and towels, and he hangs his cape up, toweling himself as dry as he can until his hair is even more of a curling, spiky mess.
"They use the best ingredients." He's not sure how they get the higher-quality stuff (perhaps the wardens, too, are soft on quality chocolate), but as far as its fare goes, this little tea shop blows everything else the city has to offer right out of the water. Kid is already bee-lining for the open cases of goods; the shop is staffed, but intermittently throughout the day, and most of the time he times his visits for when it's empty.
"I'd almost swear the tea really is from England, and the pastries from France."
Almost.