A Time for Tea

[dominioned]

[ With the proper planning, one always has time for tea. Tuesday might seem to be a busy day for the pair of masterminds, but after their dramatic show of the motive, it was more a day to sit back and observe than anything else. Or on this very Tuesday, time to have tea with a certain someone.

The doors to the locked Greenhouse will be unlocked at 3pm sharp, the sweet smell of Chinese Hibiscus and Plumeria giving a sweet, pleasant scent to the air. Stringed lights overhead and the balmy air are out of place at once given the season and situation, but whatever trickery or schemes are the cause of this tropical greenhouse, it's certainly preferable to the outside chill thunderstorms. The Lady and Rembrandt are located not too far inside, the former seated at a table set for three, book on her lap, and the latter toying with a string of foxgloves hanging overhead. Rembrandt spots their guest first, a smile blooming on his lips, a stark contrast to the Lady's glower. ]

Welcome, welcome. And what did you bring for us today?

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[reanbeans]

[ Rean had long past felt the same amount of nervousness he had before their meeting, though there was some that naturally lingered. Facing them one-on-one was a project in of itself, but seeing them together, and alone...

He'll shook off the thought. He knew that he had to do his best, and he would never forgive himself to falter right now. ]

I brought a little assortment, though nothing too elaborate. Still, I hope you enjoy it all the same.

[ He had brought some hot tea himself, actually, alongside a modest set of flan—his finest yet—and strawberry shortcake cookies. ]

Let me know how they taste, alright?